That's one of my boxer shorts!
"Where did you get...?" I don't finish the question because the answer is obvious. "Sky." She was involved in Aurora's plans and kept it from me. On the other hand, I didn't tell her about the map either.
I don't know why I'm still here. Too many thoughts occupy me, so I simply do what Aurora does and slip back into my clothes.
"Off to the next memory," she says as she pats her hair dry.
She shouldn't look at me like that. Because, as if on its own, my mind travels back to the evening when our ideas were born, and it's all too easy to remember each and every one of them.
Whatever she has planned, all the dreams we dreamed back then, she certainly can't make them come true today.
What she intends to do with the bikes is clear. But we can't fly to Japan and New York within a few hours. And how does she expect to get into the cockpit of an airplane?
Stop, Maxim. It doesn't matter. Don't forget what this is really about, I admonish myself. Yet I can't easily suppress my curiosity.
As if she enjoys my confusion, Aurora grins mischievously. "I told you I could retrieve everything."
"Everything?" That would be...
She nods with significance. "Everything."
