Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 1956

"Where did they live back then? Same place?" I muttered, curious.

Solomon mused, "My folks said the four families' old estates never changed. Should be the same."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go."

"How? You know the way?"

My excitement fizzled because I was totally lost.

The future Seamar City was all skyscrapers and tech. This one? Still tall buildings, but the streets were different. Only a few old structures looked familiar.

"Now what? Uber? This era has got Uber, right?" I said.

"With what?" Randy asked.

"If this is a dream, can't we control it with our minds?"

"You mean, lucid dreaming?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"Worth a shot, but it might be risky."

Controlling dreams was tricky, especially in this weird shared one.

We tried standing still, focusing, but nothing happened. Lucid dreaming didn't work here.

I gave up. "Let's just walk. We'll find it."

We trekked along, following fuzzy memories. Luckily, we were downtown.

Solomon pulled me to a nearby café. "Something's off."

"What?"

"Didn't you see? The company has got way more security than usual."

In our time, the office building had a few guards. But here, we'd counted at least ten just watching, some with batons and what looked like guns around their waists.

It was certainly not a good sign.

Solomon added, "What happened in Seamar City 20 years ago?"

I racked my brain, then remembered that at family dinners, the adults always brought up their fight with the Illuminati when they were drunk.