𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑, 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑. "I've got a bit of news for you, something you might even care about. Word is that the Dominion has branded all Changelings in the Alpha and Beta Quadrants rogues." 𝑠ℎ𝑒-

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 "As much as I disagree with it, a Starfleet researcher is coming here to interview you and get imput on Changelings," 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑, 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑏 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑜𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑟, "I expect you to behave accordingly."

𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵. 𝘈𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵-

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔

How interesting

Come to me, my favorite...

𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥. "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵." 𝘈 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨-

Weyoun...

𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑. 𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑥𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛...𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠

𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦

𝘛'𝘒𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘝𝘶𝘭𝘤𝘢𝘯. "𝘞𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵." 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 -

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘋𝘚9...𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭...

𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳...𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰, 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦-

𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤, 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔

Soon...I can sense it...

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘹𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳.

𝘛'𝘒𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘺, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳. "𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴." 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦, "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦...𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?"

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘛𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘓𝘢𝘰, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘊𝘮𝘥𝘳. 𝘛'𝘒𝘳𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘏𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘶𝘭𝘤𝘢𝘯. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?" 𝘓𝘢𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥. "𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯." 𝘛'𝘒𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘛'𝘒𝘳𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯-

"𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵." 𝘛'𝘒𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. "𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢? 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸...𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘝𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢...𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯?" "𝘕𝘰, 𝘰𝘧-

𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬, 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦, 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬...𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥...

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘦. 𝘕𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦-

I can feel them, the Others...

𝘛'𝘒𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭. "𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. "𝘖𝘩? 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨." "𝘐 𝘢𝘮-

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘝𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨, 13114?" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘰𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭. "𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯-

𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘛'𝘒𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱. "𝘚𝘪𝘳, 13114 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘦." 𝘛'𝘒𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶-

"𝘎𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘛'𝘒𝘳𝘦𝘯." 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦. "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘛'𝘒𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘺, 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦." 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴-

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘺𝘭 𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘥. 𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵-

𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦-

𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙-