I put my back up farther against the back of the chair and pinched the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes as I did so. “Yeah, it does. Doesn’t explain why I’m in the middle of an empty palace at the center of a city in God-knows-where, though. Maybe I’m in a coma, and this really is all just a dream?” I pinched myself and felt a little bit of pain. “Nope. Guess my theory that this isn’t a dream still holds up.”