He was burnt along with the house where you two shared all memories.

Buried under ashes and debris, along with your grandmother. Along with the promises and laughter that you shared along the way. So why was a shadow of himself standing in front of you now?

Why was Caleb wearing the uniform of the Farspace Fleet and being addressed as the Colonel?

Familiar mauve irises glinted in the interrogation room's blinding, incandescent lights. The man tossed his cover to the metal table before walking right in front of you. He held a fresh apple in his gloved hand.

"Ah, you're awake," Caleb began, "If you understand the situation, then let's go ahead and have... a nice chat," with that, he lifted the fruit close to your lips, a silent invitation.