He flipped around and sat heavily on his rump, wiping the sweat from his face and trying to process the dream or vision or time travel that he had just experienced. It had been so real, so palpable, and Everson guessed that it was of paramount importance that he remember every detail. These three strange machines The Which called Dogs had been waiting lifetimes to deliver their directives only to him, and it irritated Everson that their clues did not come complete with further instructions.
Was this last revelation a warning of what would be if he didn’t piece together the puzzle of the Prophecy just so? In which case, the promise of his own demise was not just a possibility but a probability. Not a very good motivational tool to take up the cause, Everson thought wryly.
Still, he was c
