Carriage House, Room 10, Saturday early morning

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It was that dream again. A rather familiar dream, with familiar figures in grey suits and masks, a familiar woman strapped into a familiar chair. Grinning comedy and tragedy masks capered while Ivanova pleaded with them to let the woman go

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Faith tossed and turned, visions of Xander in his GI uniform playing drums rolling through her head. She looked to one side, away from him, and saw the Shadow Men, the ones who created Senaya all those years ago, also drumming. One of them lifted his head, and grinned at Faith, and jerked his head at Senaya, moving around the scene stealthily.

"It is coming."

Faith sat up in bed, gasping for air, and noticed Ivanova flailing next to her. She shook her, alarmed. "S, wake up. Baby, it's a dream."

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Ivanova cried out and fought back against Faith's hands, wrapped up in terror and still asleep.

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Faith grabbed Ivanova's hands, holding them firmly. "Susan Ivanova, report for duty!" Faith hoped her voice sounded "command" enough. Then, more quietly, "You're having a nightmare."

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Ivanova gasped awake, the command cracking the bonds on the dream-chair she was strapped to. She fought back for a moment longer, not recognising Faith. When she did, her body sagged immediately.

"Nightmare?" she breathed.