So that was my day. I got beaten senseless in a forest, kidnapped, kidnapped again, healed then threatened, kidnapped a third time, been threatened, been rescued/kidnapped by both parties, told a nice bedtime story, threatened, rescued for real this time, gotten another story, went to sleep, then was woken and rushed from the area because, oh yeah, our dimension was deforming and it was all my fault.

Good day, huh?

Oh, but, Cyrus, you must be saying, it can't be over now! It just can't!

Which is where you, my dear reader, would be correct. It's not over.

Welcome to the rest of my life.

And I can promise you, I will die at the end of this book.

So that's something to look forward to.