. Was this the phenomenon known as OBEor had he actually been
dreaming? Of far more interest: was this a memory? Two years ago he'd
known the answer. He'd been someplacea place that had kept him a long
time. He had snippets of memory that amounted to little more than
dream-scape images. He didn't know what happened to his wife and
daughter. For a few months after he had regained consciousness on Lyraa
settled planet on the rim of known spacehe had strongly believed that he'd
been in an alternate world. Gradually he'd come to doubt his experiencehis
shattered memoriesthough there was no explanation for how he had come
to be on Lyra. Ignoring his claimsMinerva treated him like a disoriented
survivor of a terrible eventthe ship's explosion and the death of its
passengers and crew.
Thus it was of the utmost importance whether the vision of the man on
the platform between bright ocean and flaming sky was a memory or not.
Because if it was a memorythen that was
the other place.
He heard noises outside. In an instant he realized it was what had kicked
him out of his dream. There were sounds outsidein the yard.
Now fully awakehe sat upthrowing off the coverlet. From the next
roomthrough the kitchen windowhe spied one of his defensive lights
srrobing. Another light caught his eye through the window near the dining
room hutch. His feet found his shoes in the darka knack carried over from
the old days when he had often been summoned to the flight deck in the
middle of a sleep shift. He was instantly awakealso a carryoverall senses
on alert. As he passed the laser gun propped up against the bookcasehe
grabbed it and made for the back dooralready fully dressedhaving fallen
asleep that way.
Outsidethe fog dumped a load of moisture onto his warm bodyquickly
leveling the heat gradient between him and the Pacific Northwest air. He
crouched near the door and listened. It was Christmas Eve. A soggy
dangerous one.
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