“Hey, Bren, do we have any news?” Aaron asked as he entered the Gamma’s hospital suite.

The Gamma’s Personal Assistant rubbed his eyes as he sat up from the couch where he was sleeping. “Not really. He’s been dreaming, and it’s probably the weirdest of dreams. His blanket was tented at some point, and then he started mumbling, almost yelling, and then he threw a punch or two. After that, he seemed to just collapse into another deep sleep. The doctor came and checked on him and assured me that M’s health is ok, at least.”

“Damn it, Ma’Heron, you need to be ok for this one. Your mate will...