The 7th already? That means two things. One: Max is now two months away from turning two years old.
And two: it's time to get back to Vancouver Irrealis.
Had a pleasant day off. Went for that hike we'd hoped to do last weekend, did a few errands, and had a couple families over for dinner on the deck this evening. Max had a blast running around and playing with the other three kids.
One of whom was also named Max.
And was born two days after our Max.
It's a strange, small world some times.
"Well that was... unexpected." Rewand offered a weak smile and ran his fingers through his thin hair.
"Where did you go?" Tristam asked as Anne-Marie rushed to her grandfather's side. "Do you remember anything?"
"Oh yes, I remember everything. I'm fine dear." He tried to shoo Anne-Marie away but his hands were shaking too badly for the effort to be taken seriously. "As for where I was, I'd say it could best be described as... inbetween."
"What, like limbo?"
"I seemed to be... hovering between this world and yours. I could see your visitor... but I could also see an empty room that looked much like this one. The Icepol are crawling all over this building in our... reality, but in the other almost everyone was asleep in their beds."
"Are they getting close?" Anne-Marie asked, giving the ceiling and walls nervous looks.
"No, no. Terpe is doing a fine job of getting them to inspect the most harmless areas of this structure. I believe we will be safe here until morning, at which point we will need to begin tracking down Nkare... before it is too late."
"Too late?" Tristam swallowed hard. "What else did you see?"
"In your world there is an important gathering of some sort two nights from now. A conference perhaps? I saw newspaper headlines with varying takes on the same theme above the picture of a man. I didn't recognize him... which is no surprise... but an influential international figure it seemed... I believe he is Nkare's target."
"Tristam?" Anne-Marie saw the blood drain from his face and seemed unsure as to whose side she should be at - her grandfather or Tristam's. "Who is he?"
"His death would throw the city... the country... the entire continent into chaos." Tristam felt a tightness in his chest and a clawing at his belly. "A perfect cover for an overtake."
"Who is he?"
"Geoffrey K. Wilkerson." Tristam swallowed again with great difficulty. "The President of the United States."