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  • A train hurdles through the night, cutting a swath through my sleeping mind .

    I am Sherlock Holmes, or rather, Sherlock Holmes is me.

    As I step from my room into the hall, I see the large man between people coming and going.

    Only darkness out the windows as I move towards him, the train rushing on.

    I pass him with a subtle nudge, an apology, and the pick-pocketed smoking pipe. It has been all that has mattered since..

    Only fog where my memories should be.

    It doesn't matter, I have the pipe. As I slide back into my over crowded room he sees me, he knows, and he is coming.
    The train has stopped without a budge,

    I notice nothing.

    I dash through my room to the exit and into the station, my house.
    There, Kel and I decide the surest way to best these villains is to send me back in time to before I am mortal enemy's with the large man.

    To befriend my foe.

    Something is wrong!
    Kel and I are in a barren waste land, there is garbage everywhere.

    What past is this?

    As we approach the murky river two humanoid creatures approach us, one from the river ahead and one from behind.

    They are man eaters.

    Kel pulls a gun and blasts a jet of water at the creature fast approaching from behind.
    It goes down in cloud of smoke.
    The water man eater falls quickly to my fists.

    We move across the river.. wondering what went wrong, where we ended up.
    Is this the past? The future? a different past perhaps?

    I wish I knew.

    We keep moving, never having gotten wet.
    Not that we should have.

    The land is flat, arid, and hot.
    We are headed for the air base around what appears to be gigantic cylinders tens of stories high and hundreds of feet across.

    We are all so close.

    An aircraft arcs around towards us
    and fires.
    The ground explodes around me as people are incinerated.

    Kel is safe.

    I know, not because I am aware of her being out of danger,
    but because I am not aware that she is in danger.

    Small daemons close on what is left of us,
    Daemons with slender arms and legs.

    The ground forces.

    I run for a vertical rugged conveyor belt
    and try not to catch my fingers as I grab hold

    As I rise it levels out with me dangling bellow,
    fighting off the daemons as they climb after me.
    I kick and rip them away.

    I am invincible

    But only because I am ascending,
    back to the real.
    Beginning to realize I am sleeping,
    and taking back control of my mind.
    Waking up.

    ...or am I descending?

    I can't be sure.

    I open my eyes and only later when the memories return do I wonder,
    will I wake tonight to find the battle continues?
    Am I living two lives?
    Or maybe I am remembering my past lives,
    or reliving them.
    Am I flitting across the dimensions each night in search of something?
    What if I don't find it?
    ..What if I do?

    Who is John Galt?
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