> NM:
> "Well, there's certainly enough of us having the same sort of visions
and feelings-I don't think they can all be completey random; of course, I
could be wrong...I have been known to be wrong every now and then," Kristen
was hoping to lighten the mood just a bit. Even with everything being
off-kilter, she was hoping to see even a ghost of a smile from Derek.
> "There's no time like the present," she said brightly. "It's not all
that late yet, and I'm absolutely itching to get something done--I'll be in
the control room, seeing what I can dig up." If Kristen was going to be
honest with herself, she had just told Derek a half-truth. She did want to
get to the bottam of this, and she wasn't in the mood to sit still; but more
importantly, she didn't want to be anywhere near going to bed. She just
wanted to avoid the nightmare for a night; after all, it had been getting
progressively worse each night, and now that she was right at the subject of
her dreams, there was no telling how bad it would get tonight if she let
herself sleep.
"All right," Derek agreed. He was genuinely pleased to have someone
available to do the work. He stood up to walk with her to the control room.
"Start with the journals and then move on to broader things. I wish I had a
better place for you to start, perhaps you should incorporate some of the
things you saw in your dreams into it. That could be useful." He gave her
an encouraging smile, "Perhaps, now that you're here the dreams will stop,"
he added noticing a troubled glint in her eyes.
Derek
