Rowan opened his eyes, and he saw the flesh around him was beginning to turn gray. He did not have one hour, he barely had one minute. Yet he had to survive a year before he could access the mental space of this body and with it, connect to the remnants of his own.
The portion of him that was alive at this time was a fragment of his overall being, and without access to his mental space, Rowan was nothing but a mortal with a dense consciousness. In any other situation, this would be annoying but workable, but not here where he was at death's door.
The words Old Man Seed spoke to him a while back returned,