"They're drawing my circle."

I stand at the back doors in the kitchen. It's pitch black outside. We've either launched ourselves into the night sky or have stumbled into a place we are not supposed to be.

"It's time," David says as he comes up behind me. His hands reach under my arms and caress my bump.

Something moves inside of me, and my eyes shoot down to my round, ripened stomach. I gasp and swiftly turn to my love. David kneels before me and looks at my very pregnant belly. Fear strikes my core. "I-I don't remember—"

"It's coming," he tells me. "It's time."

I jolt and wake in...