Cosmic Baby

Early the next morning Peter called his friends to him, an action which was met with concerned faces and not a little confusion. 'There is something I must do. I will be gone from here for a time…’

'But why?’ Larry blurted out, the words stabbing him like a physical blow. To be without Peter was now unthinkable to him. He was his Sufi, his Master, Nay his God.

'Larry, don’t you worry I will return, but this thing I do, I do for all of you, it must be done, there is more at stake here than just our lives…than just this country…’

'Just what are you saying?’ Vitali asked, his voice resounding with its deep base, a note of tremble within it.

'All I can say for now, for sure, is that just as this city has been infected so too will this world be infected…’

'No…’ someone cried from the gathering crowd, maybe Stali.

'It stands to reason...’ Salina Thormun said flatly, from her place by the thermal unit, she had thought as much.