A fast paced dream

[Lennox]

Chapter 3 - Less a child

It wasn't the first time a such realistic vision appeared when the consciousness of the young woman was gone. Although, it didn't happen too often. As if thinking to have risen from the dead when the vision was over, as odd it felt to breath in the air. It sometimes took her an hour to realize it was only a dream. Something that might have happened, but didn't, in the end. When the hour was over, she didn't know if she should feel relived, happy or the exact opposite. However, she knew it couldn't continue like this. The pathetic life of her, as she described it, had to continue somehow. Even if desperation would outnumber sanity, she'd need to keep going. The girl had to seek for help. Again for something she thought to never had found.

It was the brightest idea she could get as the way-points to the Cortez system had been set. The memories spoke of a yet hot but peaceful world, on which she might find the person helping her. After all, location shouldn't influence that part of the 'therapy' she thought to be undergoing. A brief message sent to a yet close friend about an urgency of a meeting and she left the hangars of Freeport 11.