“Oh, hey, hi.” Michelle stuttered coming out of the men’s restroom. “It’s not what you think.”

Mac, her best friend, checked the sign on the door thinking maybe he got them mixed up. “Okay,” he replied hesitantly but hoping for doozy of an explanation.

Michelle pulled her jacket tightly closed, hoping to hide a strip of bright blue that she hadn’t quite tucked away under her regular clothes and ...

“More like a hundred, but in reality only a few hours.” Her dear friend sighed. “We didn’t think you would ever wake up.”

Darby swung a foot off the narrow bunk trying to get her bearings. “A thousand years is like day when you’re sleeping, and day is like a thousand years when you’re waiting for something to happen.”

She yawned and stretched and didn’t feel rested at all.

“A hundred years? Rea...