by Various
And then his whole citadel trembles. Cracks run through it. The whole of this reality shatters and shakes. And then I am falling, tumbling through a tear in the world, into blackness.
Christ Church College, Oxford
I land with a crack on my back in the center of Christ Church quad.
I lie there panting. I look about me. And I realize, this is it. This is Oxford as I remember it. Regular, normal, boring Oxford. Normal, boring students staring at me, wondering where I’m from. The madness from Nyarlathotep’s reality has been banished.
Clyde, my partner, lost to madness in that other reality, sits up next to me, paws at his eyes.
“I just had the worst dream…”
In my ear, static as my earbud reconnects with the MI37 home office. I hear Tabitha’s voice. “Five, four, three… oh wait. You’re back.” She pauses. “Cut that bloody close. Idiots.”
Yeah. Everything back to normal.
And I smile. Because, really, there’s no place like home.