"Sam?"
"John!"
He had the nightmare at least once a month. Searching for his sister in the maze-like setting of the Olduvai research facility. Killing anything that got in his way while trying to forget that these horrible creatures were once human beings. Telling himself the only thing that mattered was bringing his sister back alive.
"You going to shoot me, Reaper?"
He jerked in his sleep.
That final showdown against his homicidal CO was the worst memory he possessed. So much evil. How could so much evil exist in the world? Later, his sister would tell him that everything in the universe had to balance out.
"Take you for instance," she had told him. "You are a good man, John. Sarge was evil. He turned into a demon because of it. You on the other hand . . ."
"What about me?"
"You are a god, John Grimm."
He turned over in his sleep.
He again saw his sister, Samantha, dying all those years later. Why couldn't he save her? He had become a doctor in the hope of trying to replicate the superhuman gene that had given him new life at Olduvai. He had failed. He had tried everything. In the end, he had even given her daily blood transfusions in the hope that his altered DNA would flow into her and save her as she had saved him.
"You have to let me go," she had told him. "Let me go, John."
He was awakened by a high pitched siren.
It was a red alert.
"Bones!" Kirk's voice screamed. "We need you on the bridge!"
"I'm on my way," he grumbled.