I grinned as Set appeared in front of me, finally proving to the people around me that I wasn’t insane. I had accidentally let it slip around 4 months ago about the message and gotten myself locked up in here for therapy. Luckily. I had everything ready, and now all I had to do was leave.

“Hey, sport,” Set said, grinning at my new room at the hospital. I had been transferred here, along with all the information that I had prepared, in the therapist’s attempt to prove that Set wasn’t coming to get me.

“Is this all the stuff that you wish to bring?” Set asked.

“Were you expecting more?”

“I really expected less,” he said, shrugging.

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“Well, I don’t have a godly memory. It is only to be expected that I would need a copy of it all.” I retorted, “Actually, why did you get chosen to speak with me anyway?”

“I am your great great great grandfather and am also your closest godly relative.”

At that moment, there was a pounding on the door as the doctor tried to get in. Ignoring the noise, Set asked, “Are you ready to leave? You won’t be able to send anything back here after you leave for at least several thousand years, your time.”

“Yeah, be sure to take everything in this room. I don’t mind not sending things back.”

Right in the instant between my saying those words and Set acting on them, the people outside broke down the door and 3 people stumbled into the room. The last thing I saw was before we disappeared was their shocked faces as they came to the realization that I had been right the entire time.