"Where are we, Fate?"
"In a world without you, Riley Ross."
Riley stood in front of a boutique window, gazing at his reflection in the antique television displayed on the other side of the glass. He looked down at himself—gray hoodie, baggy pants—the clothes he used to wear before everything… changed.
He turned to Fate. And she, too, had shed her usual divine appearance, now dressed in a simple floral one-piece. If not for her silver hair and glowing white eyes, she could have passed for just another person on the street.
And yet, despite the way her eyes glowed, none of the people passing by them seemed to care, like they couldn't see her. Or him.
A woman walked straight toward Riley, her eyes distant. He instinctively started to step aside to make way, but there was no need—she walked right through him, completely unaware of his presence.
