The Drop

The Dreamer

I sat up in my bunk, frightened by the dream. It was the just like the last ones, except the other two had led up to the events of that day. It had been two years since that day, and two years since I had lost my right arm below the elbow and my left hand. Many things had been lost that day, and a few things gained. Everyone was still asleep, so I checked my alarm. "Damn, it's only 2:28. Better go back to bed." But I couldn't. The memories of that day have haunted me for two years. Two years since I had lost my arm. Even worse, two years since I had lost my little brother. As I tried to sleep, I couldn't stop thinking how different that day would have gone if I hadn't brought 'Den along with me. It was supposed to be a simple solo reconnaissance mission, but Kyden had wanted to come along. He'd never been on a recon mission, and so I agreed to take him along. I finally fell into a dreamless, restless sleep. When I awoke, Everybody was still asleep. " Good, didn't sleep in." I got out of my bunk and got dressed, my vision bleary from sleep. As I walked down the hallway I realized the entire ship, the Imminent Justice, was entirely silent, apart from the bridge's constant buzz of activity, meaning the pit was probably desolate, meaning I could work out in peace. I walked over to the bench and sat down, and tied my running shoes. I hopped onto the treadmill and ran for about twenty minutes then, exhausted, I hopped off. I walked over to the bench, grabbed two fifties, two thirty-fives, and two fifteens. about 5 reps in, someone behind me said: " Don't you need a spotter for that?" the voice sounded so familiar, so puzzledly, I put the bar on the rack, sat up, and turned around to see who had said that. And when I saw who it was, I thought I was still dreaming.