Cape Canaveral, 2010.

In MOCR (Mission Operations Control Room) better known to the world as Mission Control, Mission Supervisor Christina Truman was watching from her row of computers in the "Trench" where people buzzed around her, busy still even after everyone at the International Space Station had settled down for the night.

Truman grabbed her cup and looked down at the empty bottom, she was filling in for the other Supervisor that was supposed to be here an hour ago. She tapped a person walking by and asked him to fill her cup with coffee, black.

The 40-year-old Mission Supervisor was ready to call Dan to see what was taking him when a piercing scream poured through the Space Station. "What was that?" Christina nearly shouted as she looked down at the various screens.

The Flight Surgeon, a portly man of 51 with an Amish beard turned to her and said, "Its Tracy, Ma'am." Christina looked to him and said, "What the hell is wrong with her? Why is she screaming?" He looked down to his monitor and said, "She is having a nightmare."

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Cosmonaut Olia Kozlov felt her ear drums want to explode as her fellow astronaut scream like someone thrusted a knife into her side. Olia undid the straps that held her in place in her sleeping bag and moved over to Tracy Chase as she writhed and screamed in her bag.

She could hear others rushing to help as she tried to wake Tracy by shouting her name. "Tracy!" She yelled now as Mission Control tried to get their attention over the radio. Finally Olia just slapped Tracy across the face with the back of her hand and Tracy woke with a final ear biting shout.

"Tracy! Tracy!" Olia said as other rushed in to help her. Tracy was wild-eyed with panic as she hyperventilated and layed rigid with fear. Knox, a Kentucky born country-boy with a PHD in Biology swung his way in and tried to help calm her down. Soon the other six astronauts of the ISS were struggling to calm down a panicked young girl.

Eli Hershel, Israeli astronaut with a Doctorate, finally answered the calls of a screaming Mission Control.

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Christina Truman nearly fainted with relief as she heard Eli talking, "Houston this is ISS, do you read?" Patrick spoke into her headphones and said, "We read you ISS. Can you tell us the situation with Tracy, Hershel?" Hershel quickly replied, "Give us a minute Houston; we are trying to calm her down as you can see." In the corner of the big screen that dominated MC (Mission Control) she could see Tracy finally calming down and her writhing dying away. Christina gently said, "Tracy… Its Christina… Can you tell me what's going on?" Tracy rapidly shook her head and said, "I can't. If I say his name I will cause a lot more problems."

Christina narrowed her eyes and said, "Why would it cause problems?" Tracy took a deep breath before saying, "He is a dangerous monster, if I say his name I will put this entire crew, and all of Mission Control in danger."

Christina gave the command for everyone to shut down their headphones. She then ordered all astronauts except Tracy to get out of the room and stay out of earshot. "Okay Tracy…" Christina said as she sat down in her chair, not noticing the steaming cup of coffee. "Who is he?" Tracy let loose a sob before saying, "Please… I don't want him to hurt you…"

Christina smiled and said, "That is a risk I'm willing to take." Tracy just shook her head and said, "Please… Ju-" Tracy cut her off and said, "Tell me what is name is and maybe we can find a way to help you and stop him." Finally Tracy gave in and said, "Okay… Krueger… His name is Charles…Fredrick…Krueger."

Christina gently said, "Thanks Ladybird. It will be okay." Christina could see her motherly voice having an effect on Tracy as she visibly began to stop crying but still her mouth in a frown and her eyes red.

She ordered all headphones back on and astronauts to tend to Tracy. Quickly she got up and nearly ran for the wall mounted phone and dialed a number she thought she would never need to dial.

After one ring she got through and said, "Get me President Obama on the line…"

"I am sorry Ma'am he is not awak-"

"Than wake him!"

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President Barrack Obama was getting used to being woken up at odd hours of the night. He took the call in his room and said, "Ms. Truman, this better be important." The Mission Supervisor quickly told the President what happened. "Sir, were you briefed The Roster?"

Barack sat up and said, "Yes…" Christina gulped and said, "Than I think you should know Qoppa Iota Pheta has just tried to attack one of our astronauts. I need you to review the plans in The Roster and tell us what to do."

The Commander-In-Chief was know putting a robe on over his boxer shorts as he said, "Of course… Expect an answer soon."

Christina closed her eyes as she said, "Thank you Mr. President." And hanged up the phone. She ran a hand through her thick red hair. 2010, we just completed the station and we are just about to scrap the Shuttle's and he has to rear his ugly head. She walked back to her station as a little thought popped into her head, I weather this storm and it is going to look very good for me and NASA.

Her will strong, she sat down at her seat and said, "Alright. ISS this is Houston, I want Chase on a dose of Hypnocil every time she goes to bed. I cannot disclose the reason why, just do it." Ill need some for myself. She finally saw Dan walking up to her and felt relief as he reached for the headphones.

She gladly handed them over and was about to head for the exit when The Flight Surgeon stopped her and gave her a slip of paper. "This a prescription for Hypnocil." Christina smiled and said, "Thanks MacLean." The Amish bearded Doc said, "My pleasure."