Selma Payne's POV:
Frank didn't look like the high-spirited leader that we had first met. His hair was now messy, and his wrinkles were deep. He looked like an old man who made a living by scavenging, exuding a heavy air of lethargy.
We didn't know what kind of blow he had suffered, but when he mentioned his experience in the past ten days, he looked disturbed.
"It was a dangerous journey." He still looked frightened. "I felt like I was dreaming, a cold, lonely, and dangerous dream. I didn't know where the end of the dream was until I came back to the safe house."
He didn't go into detail, so we couldn't understand him.
He took another sip of the hot tea, carefully and cherishingly letting the warm tea stay in his mouth for a while.
"I know what I will say next might sound crazy, but please believe everything I'm saying is true."
He slowly recounted his experience.
