His mind refused to entertain the possibility. And yet it was a piece of everything else. His inability to remember his childhood. The development of first a sixth sense at twenty-seven, then a seventh at thirty-one.
He strode abruptly to the windows and looked out.
The windows were at an elevation and gave a view of the strangest city he had ever beheld.
There were houses, at least they could be houses, spaced entirely without relation to each other and surrounded by immense park-like grounds. There were no congested areas within his range of vision. Neither was he able to discover roads or sidewalks, fences or walls anywhere.
Alpha Centauri A was still just rising, its orange twin not yet above the hills, which he could see in the distance.
He turned wonderingly back into the room.
Their guard regarded them in amusement. "Sit down," he suggested, indicating a bench.
They seated themselves.
"Ask him what they're going to do with us, Jon." Ileth nudged Saxon in the ribs.
Saxon cleared his throat.