six impossible things before breakfast

All Loren could do was shake his head. "I'm sorry." For a moment, his own grief overwhelmed him and he had to swallow, hard, against the lump in his throat. Standing up as she did, he kept shaking his head. "I wish...I wish I could help you get home. But...it's...it's a one way trip." The despair in his own voice was evident. He had to take a deep breath to regain some semblance of coherency. "I was brought here over two years ago, and I would've gone back in a heartbeat if I could." He hesitated again, rubbing his hands on his thighs nervously. Still, he forced himself to meet her eyes, even if his own had grown sad. LOREN Brought back by satisfaction more times than the cat