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time has come."
    The news report was about a special event where the inaugural crew of the Dove would be announced. It was supposed to be a big deal, a bright spotlight on what a combined world could achieve. It had fallen apart to violence, to a group that called itself the AIT. Anti-Interstellar Travel. Apparently, they were radical Earth protectionists who preferred that humans remained grounded and invisible to whatever had owned the ship that had crashed all those years ago, the one they had named XENO-1.
    "You have forever until tomorrow, but not forever until the end."
    Forever to do what? The attack had killed a number of dignitaries from around the globe and had left the plans for the Dove's launch in jeopardy. That he had even noticed the event meant something to him, and he knew it was important.  
    Reggie moved through a series of punches and kicks. He felt the coldness of his nightmares more acutely tonight, a chill in his soul that he couldn't push away. The voice had told him that he would know when the time had come, and he knew at that moment that it had.  
    It was time for him to make a decision. Either he was crazy, and all of this was nothing more than a delusion that was playing out in his mind, or he was inexplicably sane, and something very, very bad was going to happen. Something that he was somehow supposed to prevent.
    It would have been easy to accept that he was delusional. It would have made sense. He could go back to bed, pull the sheets up, close his eyes, and wait for the morning. He could take his meds and sit and stare, and live with the voice and the nightmares until he finally grew old enough to die.
    That was what he wanted to do. He was afraid of the other option. Afraid of the hurt and the loss and the pain, and what it meant to the world if his nightmares were real. He was afraid of the responsibility. He was also afraid of his role. Was he supposed to prevent the AIT from stopping the launch, or was he expected to help them finish the job?
    "Find her."
    It was too vague. By design? Why?
    He looked over at his bed. He was crazy. He had to be. He was in a mental hospital, wasn't he? He should lie down and try to forget.
    He looked back at the wall. He traced the cracks and the chips against the starkness of the white background. If he did nothing then, in the end, there would be nothing. Forever until tomorrow. What did that mean?
    Tomorrow was almost here, and he had a decision to make. Crazy or not?
    He found his clothes on the floor, gathered in a pile at the foot of the bed. He picked them up and put them on, and then walked over to the door and turned the latch. He wasn't violent, so there was no reason to keep him locked in. He slipped out into the hallway before turning around and looking back at the bed again.
    It all felt too real to risk that it wasn't. If he were crazy, if he were delusional, then someone would catch up to him, stop him, and bring him back. He hoped it would happen. He wanted it to happen because at least then he would know for sure.
    Until then, he was going to pretend he wasn't crazy and see where that road led.
    Anywhere was better than here.

7

    Reggie passed through the corridors of the hospital, heading toward the elevators at the end of the hallway.  
    "Reggie?" one of the nurses said, noticing him from her station off to the left.  
    He heard her, but didn't look and didn't slow.  
    "Reggie," she said again, louder this time.
    "I'm leaving," he replied.
    "What do you mean? Yu can't just leave."
    He didn't answer again. He was close to the elevators. He heard a buzz as the nurse hit the button to lock them down.  
    "Security, can you come up to seven?" she said.
    He turned away from the elevators, to the emergency stairs. They couldn't be secured, for obvious reasons.
    "You can't keep me here," he said. "Not if I don't want to be here."
    The nurse ran over and positioned herself in front of him. She was a small, round thing. He blinked a few