OM:
"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
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Kristen sighed as she rubbed her eyes. She'd been in the control room
for hours since she left Derek, but so far she'd had no luck in finding
anything that could either explain what was happening, or could help in
stopping it.
"There has to be somthing somewhere," she muttered to herself. She
briefly thought getting some sleep, but the memory of last night's terror
stopped her from getting up from her chair. "Okay, one more hour then off
to bed-you're not a coward Adams," Oops, Kristen thought. Yeah, maybe not
a coward, but only loonies chat to themselves. Making a promise to stop
having conversations with herself, at least out loud, Kristen turned back to
the computer.
Kristen
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