I asked Chihiro how her mission in Tokyo had gone. Just get her back here and let the real medics do the work. I finished by slowly moving my eyes over to Song, and allowing Chihiro to get a good look at Yutaka’s handiwork. The ambush, the encounter with the Chosen Hunter, and the discovery about Jericho’s mom. I refocused my mind and called forth memories of everything that had happened in the Aralkum desert.
Now we know the Psi Link doesn’t work over long distances. Chihiro’s telepathic voice filled my mind. Yeah, you must’ve just come back into my range. “What a fascinating girl.” Yutaka’s voice was barely more than a whisper.
Jericho didn’t wake up, but she did shuffle about, seeming to recoil from something. He took the empty seat next to Jericho and quite literally cozied up to her, putting one of his hands on her leg. Yutaka undid his safety belts and crossed over to the other side of the Skyranger. Instead… the path we take to reach our fates is going to be different. The future itself isn’t going to change, no. Yutaka seemed to be talking to himself, using me as a sounding board. He continued to look over Jericho’s sleeping form. The future isn’t something you can just rebuild or alter.” “Perhaps the future changes if we learn stuff early.” “Maybe the timing has something to do with it?” I offered. We really weren’t supposed to find out about the Partogan fleet until later? If she knew we were going to find out anyway, why not just tell us?” “I know the Commander forbade her from telling us about the future, but I’m still disturbed by what she said in the Blacksite. The only way that time-traveler would know about those events was if they’d actually been there.” “Jericho’s so-called ‘mother’ has had contact with a time-traveler and carried a device that told her about future events. “Do you think any of this has happened before?” Yutaka’s question caught me off-guard. His eyes never broke contact with Jericho. He leaned forward in his seat, fingers pressed together in deep thought. Jericho and Sophia fell asleep on one another’s shoulders.īy the time the Skyranger was over the Gobi desert, Yutaka and I were the only ones still awake. With Song unconscious, Chong-Il and I fiddled about with the climate controls until the overwhelming smell of blood was filtered out of the air. Yutaka worked on Song’s injury for nearly an hour before sewing up the wound and giving her some sleeping pills. The flight back to Japan went by in a blur.
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