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Leon was drenched in sweat as he awoke in the 21st century again.
But Leon Freedman knew his dreams were never accidental.
Paradoxes were the essence of Leon's life now.
Sorrel had taught him that, to watch for signs, to be at cause in his own life.
Anyone watching Leon in this particular Little Gvotia would probably assume he had made himself more comfortable and gone back to sleep.
But Leon was wide awake behind his re-closed eyes, reaching out beyond this fold in Universe to another, where Sorrel existed.
He just couldn't relax enough to get out of time.
Leon still needed his meds for that.
All he had heard was one word: "Nagas".
Then it began, Leon slipping back into being 'at effect', the fear, the helplessness, the deserate sadness overwhelming him.
Just like 47 years ago in the jungles of Cambodia, Leon knew he had to move.
He rose unsteadily, his brain racing far too fast, sweat still pouring from him, the words now coming out loud, the incessant babble of what seemed to be a paranoid schizophrenic.
He stumbled out into the crowd, L5's legendary Madman, Gvot who were unaware of his presence previously suddenly crying out for assistance on his behalf.
The Legionnaires, the Shaman, anybody - somebody shut this disgrace of a man up.
It was Khirpak who came to his assistance at last. Khirpak knew all about Leon Freedman. It was his job to know everything about everyone who slept in this incarnation of Little Gvotia.
"What is it you need, Freedman?" Khirpak knelt cradling Leon's head just as Wally O'Brien had done.
Leon Freedman uttered the only word he knew at the moment.
Sorrel smiled.
But Leon Freedman knew his dreams were never accidental.
Paradoxes were the essence of Leon's life now.
Sorrel had taught him that, to watch for signs, to be at cause in his own life.
Anyone watching Leon in this particular Little Gvotia would probably assume he had made himself more comfortable and gone back to sleep.
But Leon was wide awake behind his re-closed eyes, reaching out beyond this fold in Universe to another, where Sorrel existed.
He just couldn't relax enough to get out of time.
Leon still needed his meds for that.
All he had heard was one word: "Nagas".
Then it began, Leon slipping back into being 'at effect', the fear, the helplessness, the deserate sadness overwhelming him.
Just like 47 years ago in the jungles of Cambodia, Leon knew he had to move.
He rose unsteadily, his brain racing far too fast, sweat still pouring from him, the words now coming out loud, the incessant babble of what seemed to be a paranoid schizophrenic.
He stumbled out into the crowd, L5's legendary Madman, Gvot who were unaware of his presence previously suddenly crying out for assistance on his behalf.
The Legionnaires, the Shaman, anybody - somebody shut this disgrace of a man up.
It was Khirpak who came to his assistance at last. Khirpak knew all about Leon Freedman. It was his job to know everything about everyone who slept in this incarnation of Little Gvotia.
"What is it you need, Freedman?" Khirpak knelt cradling Leon's head just as Wally O'Brien had done.
Leon Freedman uttered the only word he knew at the moment.
Sorrel smiled.
