When morning came, Sharon cracked open her eyes to see James sleeping on a sheet-covered mattress. The blanket had fallen off of them in the night.
She didn't get out of bed or move immediately. She just spent some time observing her lover, smiling to herself. Death's foreboding warning still loomed over, but she felt a sense of closure, at the least.
Well, if it has to end today...at least it happened, she thought to herself.
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Shelton continued snoring loudly in his dark room.
In his dream, he was riding a covered wagon through an amusement park. As umbrellas twirled in the sky to the tune of REM's "Shiny Happy People (Feeling Glad)", he took it off a jump, to the delight and admiration of the dinosaurs.
<If you'd have landed that, I'd give you at least an 8.8,> he heard as he crashed into the roof that was somehow now in the sky.
The horrific crash and the voice wrenched him out of sleep. <ROSS?> He blinked and tried to get his bearings.
<It took longer than I thought to relocate your signal after losing it. It never occured to me that you would have spontaneously teleported several dozen miles without leaving any sort of electronic trail. Would you mind explaining how you did that?>
<Yes.> Shelton crawled out of bed. Like he always did, ROSS gave him a terrible headache. <Just stop talking to me for now.>
<I gave you eight hours of sleep, the optimal length for your age group according to several housewife advice columns,> ROSS continued as Shelton headed into the bathroom. <I've narrowed down your method of transportation to several unlikely possibilities, but most involve faster-than-light travel. What time does your watch say right now?>
Shelton didn't answer as he splashed his face with water, then turned on the shower.
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(Washington DC)
A huge lumbering creature was prowling the airfield. It was horribly battered, burnt and scarred, but still stumbled around consciously. It smelled Zenarchis, who was cowering behind a large stack of tires hardly twenty feet away from the creature.
"We have to protect Zenarchis!" the pilot gasped. He sprinted to the left to catch the creature's attention. "Hey!" he yelled after he was a slight distance away from the plane, emptying his pistol clip at the creature.
Despite its weakened state, the creature leapt at him from sixty feet away and devoured him in a matter of seconds. It then sniffed the air; it had picked up Kerzach's scent.