Nodding, I leave the room and mentally ask Harana to take me home, since Vage is still on one of the other angel vessels. The transition is smooth, space folding in on itself for a brief instant before reforming.
There is just something that helps reset your frame of mind when you walk into someplace as familiar as my room is to me. A feeling of nostalgia sweeps over me, even though I've only been gone a couple of days. The air smells faintly of fabric softener and old books. The carpet feels the same beneath my feet.
