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− | An Excerpt from ''Peripatetica'', by M. K. Sebastien, | + | An Excerpt from ''Peripatetica'', by M. K. Sebastien, ret.<br><br> <br> |
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I didn’t stay asleep for long. A sound woke me and I shot upright and blinked. Daylight shone through my windows and standing at one of them in his boxers was Mike. Leaning with one hand high on the frame and the other on his hip, he stood looking out at the morning as was his habit, thinking. | I didn’t stay asleep for long. A sound woke me and I shot upright and blinked. Daylight shone through my windows and standing at one of them in his boxers was Mike. Leaning with one hand high on the frame and the other on his hip, he stood looking out at the morning as was his habit, thinking. | ||
− | “''Misha?''” The shock of seeing him stayed my hand on the covers, kept me frozen where I was. ''Something’s not right'', my head whispered. ''Look again''. And in that logic-defying way of dreams, memory poured into me | + | “''Misha?''” The shock of seeing him stayed my hand on the covers, kept me frozen where I was. ''Something’s not right'', my head whispered. ''Look again''. And in that logic-defying way of dreams, memory poured into me with a flash and the weight of imagined history hit me. Mike ''knew''. He knew everything. We’d already wrangled and fought over the issue. Knock down drag-outs. Had just screamed our way through another one, in fact. Before I could say another word, he turned to me and just as he had in my fever dream on Miranda, he stood kitted out for war. |
“Not much time left, Irina,” he said quietly, his face inscrutable. “Make up your mind.” | “Not much time left, Irina,” he said quietly, his face inscrutable. “Make up your mind.” | ||
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Go back to '''''[[Mutineers_Timeline,_Season_Three | Timeline, Season Three ]]'''''<br> | Go back to '''''[[Mutineers_Timeline,_Season_Three | Timeline, Season Three ]]'''''<br> | ||
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