'What? Did you suddenly become a prophet or something?'
'Something. Definitely something.'
'And now, a repeat of the classic Reebo and Zooty film
Julie Musante sighed and switched off the viewscreen. There had been many hardships following the fall of Earth, but one of the most distressing, in her opinion anyway, was the lack of anything new on the screens these days. Repeats, more repeats and the news, and that was it.
She stretched, and silently debated between going to bed or clearing up after her dinner. At least the food options had improved recently, ever since President Clark had pulled off that 'diplomatic coup' with the Narns. Rationing had even been relaxed a little. Of course, all the food was Narn, but every silver lining had a cloud.
The question wasn't a hard one and bed won out again. Yawning, she had begun to make for the bedroom when her door chimed.
Unfortunately for Julie, not many people tended to ring at her door at this time of night, and the ones who did were not the people she preferred to be at her door at this time of night — i. e. the tall, dark and handsome.
'This is trouble,' she muttered prophetically. 'Who is it?'
'Security forces,' came back a harsh voice. Julie started. Security? This must be bad.
'Open.'
No sooner was the door open than five security officers rushed in. All were carrying ready PPGs and were looking less than pleased to be here. 'What is this ab…?' Julie began to ask, before realising that they were ignoring her, and making a swift search of her room. 'Hey!' she cried as one of them began opening her wardrobe.
'We apologise for the inconvenience, Miss Musante.' She started, and saw a man walk in. He was dressed conservatively in a business suit, and had one hand in his trouser pocket. He stopped before Julie and bowed his head slightly. 'A pleasure to meet you. My name is Morden.'
'What's this all about?' Julie asked again. 'Is this a raid of some sort? And who are you?'
A slight smile graced his face. It didn't help. He looked very…. charming. Too charming by far. 'No, not a raid. I am a…. freelance consultant, let us say. For the moment I am carrying out some work for Interplanetary Expeditions, who need various…. skills and contacts I possess. This matter concerns them, and someone of your acquaintance.'
One of the security guards came up to this…. Morden. 'The place is clean, sir,' he said. 'She isn't here.'
'Who isn't?' but Julie was ignored.
'Ah, well done, Jack. Take position now.' The guard nodded, and Morden turned back to Julie. 'As I was saying, this matter concerns someone of your acquaintance…. a Miss Catherine Sakai. You do know her, I believe?'
'Yes, I do. Why? Is she is in some of trouble?'
'That is…. one very diplomatic way of putting it, yes. She is in a great deal of trouble. It appears she has been doing some things she should not have been doing. Contact with alien governments for a start.'
'What? That's im….' She looked at him closely. Something in his eyes seemed to bewitch her. For a moment it seemed as though they were shining a brilliant golden. 'That's….' She was trying to focus. 'That can't be right. Can it?'
'Oh, we are afraid it is. We also have reason to believe she may be coming here at some point tonight. Now, we will need you to do something when she arrives. Can we count on your help?'
'…. Yes…. yes, I'll do whatever you want me to.'
He raised an eyebrow mockingly. 'Now there's an offer and a half. Very well…. this is what we need you to do….'
'Be well, Captain. Extend my good wishes to the Alliance.'
Sheridan nodded. 'We will. Good luck with the rest of this, G'Kar. If you need us, just call.'
'I will.'
G'Kar's holographic form disappeared. Corwin shivered.
'I will never ever in a million years get used to that,' he said. 'Never ever.'
Sheridan chuckled. 'After all we've seen so far, a mere holographic Narn freaks you out. After Vorlons, Shadows, Drakh…. Minbari!'
'It has been an interesting life, hasn't it?'
'Well, as the curse says, 'May you live in interesting times'.'
'Sometimes I'd settle for the boring times for a while.'
Sheridan swivelled on his chair. 'What's wrong, David?'
'I…. I just hoped I'd get to see Mary while I was here. But she's still on Sanctuary. It's just…. ah, it's nothing.'
'It's been a while, hasn't it?'
'Too long.'
'Don't worry. You'll see her again.'
'I hope so. Well, Captain. You'll at least get to see your true love. To Kazomi Seven.'
'Yes,' Sheridan said hollowly. At least I'll get to see my true love.
'Yes. To Kazomi Seven.'
Michael Garibaldi was sitting peacefully in the gardens of Babylon 4, looking at the flora around him and wondering idly if there was any pattern there. There probably was, but he couldn't see it. But then, as he would have to admit to himself, he was not really looking very hard.
'Ah….' said a familiar voice. '<Click click> Greetings to you from Zathras, yes. Greetings indeed.'
Garibaldi nodded. 'Afternoon.'
Zathras looked puzzled. 'Yes. Yes, is afternoon. Zathras be knowing that already. Zathras can tell time very well, thank you.'
'No, it was just a…. oh, never mind. Did you see Captain Sheridan when he was here? I heard he just left.'
'Ah no. Zathras has not been having that pleasure.'
'Really? I thought you'd met him before?'
'No no no no. <Click click> Zathras has not been meeting Captain Sheridan. Zathras has met Captain Sheridan, yes. Zathras has not, but Zathras has. You see?'
'Yeah…. uh, no…. uh, whatever.'
'No, see…. is quite simple. Zathras has not met Captain Sheridan, but Zathras has. Different pronunciation. Zathras. Zathras.'
'Ah…. right. Okay. I'll take your word for it. What are you doing here anyway?'
'Zathras just travelling. Just…. enjoying the scenery. Zathras spend a lot of time here after all.'
'Oh, you like it here, do you?'
'No. Zathras will spend a lot of time here. Will then. You see?'
'Oh…. forget it.'
'So…. why were you being here?'
'Just…. thinking. A lot of things have been…. Everything's changing, and too damn fast if you ask me.'
'Ah, change, yes. Change is good. No no…. wait, change is bad. No…. change is…. good and bad…. bad and good. Ah. Zathras have this sorted soon. Zathras….' He suddenly stopped dead in his conversation, and seemed to be listening to something else. The fact that there wasn't anything else to be listening to wasn't deterring him. Finally he spoke up again, with considerable — and surprising — force in his words.
'If Valen can listen to Zathras, you can listen to Zathras!'
'Valen?'
Zathras started, and seemed to realise that he was sitting next to Garibaldi. 'Ah, is being nothing,' he said, sounding distracted. 'No…. no…. is being something. Is definitely being something. Something not good. Must tell
