World War GlieseAfter our conversation in the lab, I returned to my room, flopped on the bed, and slept. It was a deep, yet troubled sleep. Images of Kedge's broken body haunted me while Satou's gravesite and even Shai's dismembered head made a cameo appearance. The final image was the most disturbing. In it, I was cradling Lianne's torn body with blood streaming down my face. I woke up at once. My heart was pounding and my breathing was reduced to short, choked gasps. I felt something wet streaming down my face. My hands immediately flew to my face, but I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it was nothing more than sweat.
That was the first time. The second nap was a bit more restful. Only a little. I dreamt of mutants with no faces, of mutants who walked on their hands instead of their
