Tucker Archer

Chapter 272: Bleeding Through in Sleep

In Uncategorized on September 29, 2011 at 3:36 am

That night, I sleep like the dead.

But the following night, things start bleeding through. Half-remembered snatches of conversation, words that could mean everything or nothing.

Nola. Pierce. I know those names. But there are older memories rearing their heads now. Banning. Paris. Osiris. Beta-12.

I wake drenched in cold sweat.

“She who has not yet picked out her name” is sitting on the foot of my bed.

“How did you get in here?” I ask.

“I dream about them, too. And then I feel guilty. They made me smarter, but I can’t figure out how they all fit together.”

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