Drake breathed a sigh of relief as the Dagger eased away from the final jump point without any hint of drama or threat. That was the seventh jump in a row which had been routine and normal, a situation which felt strangely abnormal after their recent exploits.
He’d been back on the bridge for two hours now, having finally fallen into a restless sleep. His dreams had been troubled but the one that stuck with him most clearly had been… pleasant, in its way. A dream that Catherine was with him, Catherine as she’d been before the Azimuth tricked her into boarding it.
They’d chatted about everything and nothing, about her travels and how they both missed their parents. Parents they’d lost to an accident when Catherine was just twelve.
Everything about it felt real but Drake knew something
