By Andrew D. Wright

The second before I was in Halifax, absently coding for Logos, where I would bury myself in old books. The musty powdery smell that filled the warehouses would settle my nerves. I wanted to escape into all those other worlds and remember my own like the fading memory of a dream upon waking. I tried not to think about what had just happened as I watched the woman on the pad next to me link away. With the caress of her perfume still in my head I swiped at the go and as soon as I linked through I knew I was in trouble.