Pierce found himself with a cup of coffee in one hand, walking around the Carnival that had appeared in town, and a feeling of déjà vu suddenly hit him. It felt like he had done the same thing before... And that was because he had the last time Carnival was there, a year ago.
A year. A whole fucking year he had been in Atlantis. The idea itself was crazy: taken to the lost city of Atlantis to help a war against creativity. If someone had told him that, he would've thought they were high or drunk. But now that idea had become his life. And his home. Back in his world the only thing waiting for him was death, and he had no plan to ever going back if he could help it. Atlantis was home now.