AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry 'bout the delay . . . I got frustrated with all this, and thought it was horrible, but then I got several more encouraging reviews that forced me to pay attention to this lovely little fic again. Huh. Well, anyway, here are the remaining chapters.


Capt. Janeway ;)

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System #1

Monica Reyes grudgingly opened her eyes and winced as she tried to pry herself out of the office chair she'd fallen asleep in. Every part of her ached from falling asleep in such an uncomfortable position--except her head, which ached from her muddled dreams.

Gibson was still asleep, though he's been much more clever than she--he'd pulled a couple chairs together, backs apart, to make a little "bed." He didn't seem particularly peaceful, though. There was a hard scowl on his face, and he'd anxiously twitch his leg every so often, as though he were trying to run in his sleep.

It was only after she noticed the noise of the other offices near hers that she realized just how late she'd slept in.

And then it hit her: *John isn't back!*

Ignoring her stiffness, she rose from her chair and began pacing the room.

*What should I do? Call Skinner? What could he do to help? Well, it's worth a try, anyway.*

She was about to pick up the phone when Gibson gave a loud yelp and sat straight up, his eyes wide open.

"Good morning, Gibson," she murmured. "Did you sleep well?"

"No. Did you?" he taunted, since he already knew the answer.

"No," she sighed. "I keep having those dreams about . . . About the copper music box," she recalled. "And the sort of collage of places and people. What about you?"

"A horrible, bad dreams. No offense, but mine are much more vivid than yours. But this time . . ." Gibson stopped, catching himself.

Reyes didn't let it slip by, though. "This time what?"

"You were in it," he said hesitantly.

"What was I doing?"

"You were married to Brad, and there were four kids around you, though only one was yours."

*Why would that be horrible and bad to him?* she wondered, no longer surprised that he knew of people he'd never met.

On cue, Gibson explained: "You were trying to hide your kid from Brad, and there were other people invading the universe--Agent Doggett, Agent Mulder, Agent Scully, and others . . . They didn't belong." He was at a loss for words. "It was bad," he concluded.

"John was there?" she asked uneasily.


She picked up the phone, and dialed Skinner's extension.

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