It was a dump, but David always stayed there.
Room 501. Sea view. Gazing at the ocean, he could pretend he was home, not wherever this was.
Sometimes he visited the dimensional jump lab’s ruins, where he had destroyed everything. Today, his longing for Rose outweighed his penance.
They had lived on the fourth floor, not the fifth, but the elevation matched. This was where their apartment had been, where in another universe it might still be. Where Rose might still be.
He lay on the bed where she wasn’t, in this universe where she had never been born, and dreamed.