Drake was woken from his sleep by a call. His head felt fuzzy. He’d only been back to sleep for an hour or so this time. It wasn’t turning into a restful night.
The call wasn’t an emergency signal so they weren’t under attack, but apparently there was something which couldn’t wait for him to wake up on his own. He pulled himself upright and turned the lights on to try and wake himself up a little.
For a moment he worried he’d see the deep red of emergency lights, but instead normal lights came on. He still paused and examined his mind, making certain the Azimuth was safely shut away and wasn’t interfering with his dreams again.
Then he glanced around the room and his eyes fell on something new. The picture of Catherine on his desk. He only vaguely remembered taking it out and now
