The room felt small, smaller than Matt remembered.
Perhaps it was the weeks of lying in a hospital bed, staring at the same four walls until they became a prison. Perhaps it was the weight of everything that had happened—the cave, the wolves, the thing that lived inside him now. Or perhaps it was simply that he had changed, and the room hadn't.
He stood in the center of his quarters, looking around at the familiar furnishings. The bed where he had spent so many restless nights. The desk where he had read reports and filed mission logs. The window where he had stood, watching the sun set over the castle grounds.
Everything was exactly as he had left it.
Yet it was different now.
