Of Late Night Rambles and Worm Holes
Zo coughed and waved one hand pass his face, clearing the cigarette smoke from his black eyes. He exited Route 196 and paced the obscure streets of Katipunan Avenue. After he moved his fingers in an uncanny motion, a black haze started to take shape in front of him. “There you go again with the time travel games,” uttered Jake. “I can teach you how to make a worm hole so that you could time travel...