Chapter 79

For seven nights I lay in my bunk on the gently rocking boat and endeavored to reach that elusive voice, which I was starting to recall with greater and greater clarity.

The shock of the fury my mind had inadvertently come into contact with had somehow caused the memories from my childhood to begin resurfacing, and I realized the dreams I could never remember had been actual communication with another being—a being who was not from Terra.

Somehow, when word got out of aliens flying through the night sky above Roswell, New Mexico, I’d knownit wasn’t the hoax the Army Air Force had declared it to be, although I’d been uncertain how I could be so positive.

Now I knew. My friend had told me, all those years before.

My friend, Ric’u, who’d captained a doomed expedition through space.

I was positive he was nearby, but he wouldn’t answer me.