Caoimhe had woken in a cold sweat in the early hours and, with her heart pounding , tried desperately to understand why. She was not aware she had been dreaming but she had a sense of foreboding that unnerved her. More than an hour later she slipped out of bed aware that any thought of sleep was out of the question.
Slipping into something cool she moved to the kitchen, getting a drink on the go, and settled into her chair with her back to the large display which she had switched on as she entered the room, an ingrained habit she had acquired. The sound from the unit was just background noise to her, she was here to relax and keeping up with world affairs was not part of the plan. Now wide awake she could not shake the feeling something was wrong but knew it was far too early disturb anyone else to see if all was right.
Still worried she rose with the intention of heading to the kitchen to finish making her drink. Her eyes were drawn to the screen briefly as she passed but seconds later the words sank into her conscious mind and her whole body froze, she looked once more at the screen.
'Colony Ship....ZV 125....' Disbelief turned quickly to horror and her own mind added the name Turlough to the dire warning.
After some minutes of trying she made her legs move and in an inelegant stumbling run she raced outside onto the landing deck. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind of all the possibilities that were flashing from neuron to neuron. She evoked gifts of ages passed that stirred to life in her body, gifts she was sure Turlough possessed but was unaware of. Despite her desperate efforts it did not help on this occasion, she could not sense his presence.
