Before I could see more, I was pulled away, landing on the ground, or better said, on Henry, the woman holding the corpse looking at us startled.
"KENNY!" He pressed his hand against my heart, his breathing irregular, his own heart beating like a drum.
I turned to him, and he clutched my jaw, his other hand still feeling for my heartbeat.
"What is going on?" The commander, standing not far away, came to us.
"WHY DID YOU TOUCH HIM? TOUCH HER!" Henry snarled in my ear.
"Oh... right." I mumbled, dazed from being yanked away so suddenly. Given that I see my visions always during a span of seconds for the people in the present, Henry should have instantly grabbed me the moment I touched the corpse's arm.
"But I only looked in the past," I said.
