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brighter.
The unknown came closer.
And closer.
Then she had woken up, the dream over.
Most of the dream was the same as other times, but this time it felt as if she was closer to
understanding.
It frustrated her that she could not see what was coming at her over that horizon. She felt she needed to
know what it was, but she could think of no way to ex-tend the dream. She would just have to wait, let the
dream explain itself to her.
But waiting was not something she did easily.
She shook off the feeling of dread and tried to calm her fast-beating heart. Just thinking about the dream
got her upset. She desperately needed to know what it meant. And what she was waiting for.
She stared out the portal. Below her Earth spun slowly, beautiful from orbit. She hoped beyond all hope
that she would be in time to save her wonderful home planet.
"Atmosphere reentry in fifteen seconds," The Black Boa's autopilot announced over the communication
link, its metallic voice as calm as always. This was going to be a dangerous and tricky drop, and she needed
to be clear and ready for it.
She pushed off the portal and floated up into the control cabin. Just as the chair there snapped her into
position, the Black Boa bumped slightly and then lev-eled, the autopilot she had programmed taking her into
the mission. Through the portal she could see red from the heat flaring off the hull as the ship sliced into the
at-mosphere. The pressure pushed her against the chair's restraints, but she ignored it. Now she had to
think about the coming mission.
She was dropping in over the Atlantic, hot and fast, just as she had planned to do. It was dark where she
was heading, the morning still over Eastern Europe, a long way from the East Coast of North America.
With luck she would be in, get the sixth spirit, and be out be-fore anyone, or anything, could even move to
meet or stop her.
The thumps of the atmosphere reentry eased and she took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax. The
feeling of gravity reassured her as she eased the ship in toward the target. She just hoped the sixth spirit
was still there.
"Thirty seconds to landing," the autopilot said.
"Ready," she said to herself, ignoring the fact that she was talking to her ship's computer.
"Warning! This is restricted air space," the computer said.
She tapped her control board, overriding the re-striction, not taking her eyes off the ground rushing up at
her.
"Fifteen seconds."
She wanted to take the controls in her own hands, but it was now pitch-black outside the ship. It was
bet-ter to let the computer land her, right where she had programmed it to.
"Five seconds."
She could see something moving past the ship on all sides in the darkness, but the blast of the ship's
propul-sion wasn't enough to light up what it was.
The ship bumped and then settled, and the engines shut off.
"Landing confirmed."
She quickly checked the details. The ship had brought her right where it was supposed to. Now, to get
what she was here for and get out.
She snapped off the safety restraints of her chair and headed out of the control room. Stopping for only
a few seconds in the lab to grab her equipment, she stepped toward the closed hatch and took a deep
breath. She was going to make this work. She had no choice.
She tapped the control on the wall.
The hatch in front of her clanged and slid down-ward.
Nothing but blackness faced her. It was almost as if she were looking into the depths of space, without