"Did we succeed?" Fisna asked, looking at Jonathan.
"If what the person I met said is true, then we've succeeded," Jonathan replied.
Fisna's grip on Jonathan's arm tightened suddenly, his knuckles trembling, his eyes alight with incredulous joy.
"Our friends should have returned from that world by now. We'll see them once we get out," Jonathan patted Fisna's shoulder reassuringly, then added, "Of course, that's assuming time is still flowing at its original pace."
"Right, that makes sense." Fisna seemed confused at first, then found his own explanation. "The flow of time between the two worlds has been different for a while. Maybe when we get out, the flow of time will have changed even more."
Jonathan smiled, opting not to elaborate further.