21 DISINFECTION
Ian jerked awake to another dreary morning. The night's dream had crossed some sort of threshold of meaning, more intense than ever before. The imagery was almost an afterthought, and the essence of the dream was pure concept. The entity behind the changes had no doubt about the outcome, and it wanted every human on the planet to know that what it sought was inevitable.
Thursday April 18, 2019@ 8:00 AM
Freya was not in bed, so she must have already woke, and be downstairs now. The events of last night would be foremost on everyone's minds this morning. It may have been a victory of sorts, but it was a pyrrhic victory.
Ian arose, and dressed, and descended the stairs to the lower level. He found the other four in the kitchen, somberly sipping the morning coffee, and lost
