Ratchet closed his eyes and willed for sleep to come, but the adrenaline rush was still strong withing his system. He groaned and turned over, hoping to find some magical position to help him fall asleep, and gave up five minutes later. He'd seriously had enough with those space pirates.

As Ratchet slowly sat up and the blood rushed to his head, he felt uneasy, as if someone was watching him. "Clank?" he asked as he glanced around his room. "You in here, pal?" When nothing but silence answered him, he closed his eyes and dropped back down to the bed, before remembering he was trying to get up. But his tired body wouldn't listen to his demands to sit back up.

'That's odd,' he thought as a huge wave a sleepiness washed over his bruised form, sweeping him off to sleep.

Fastoon. A planet in ruins, the orange sky heavily contrasting the rubble and garbage. He gazed around helplessly as a planet he very well may have been born on only had these negative pictures surrounding him. Then he heard someone call his name.

He turned around to face the voice to discover a bustling city, skyline full of vehicles and streets full of people.

His people.

All bustling about, rushing to jobs, walking hand in hand through the park, children playing in the streets. No sign of trash or ruin anywhere.

Ratchet circled around in awe, taking in every detail of the city around him, feeling a strong sense of belonging, as he walked down a street, nearly bumping into a hurried businessman in his daze. The picture flickered as a child chasing her friend ran through him, reminding Ratchet of the ruins that should be there, when the voice called his name again.

He jerked around, hoping to catch the person, only to see the very town in destruction as Tachyon's army stormed through the streets. Ratchet closed his eyes, unable to watch when he felt an arm on his shoulder. He slowly turned around to view the ancient ruins as various forms of plantlife attempted to hide the scene of the unspeakable crime in an unbelievably beautiful way. When a group of people-archaeologists, most likely-walked into his line of vision and he froze.

They were Lombaxes. The technology they used was incredibly advanced, and he watched in awe as they stood in a moment of silence when Ratchet realized they were tourists.

Hearing his name called yet again, he turned around to see a new planet, one he hadn't seen yet, full of the Lombax race. One woman in particular stood out among the rest, for instead of the faded images of people bustling about their lives, this clear image was staring straight at him, a smile on her face. "Please, come here," she beckoned, and he quickly obliged. As he reached out his hand to hers, a blast of comforting warmth took over him, and they sat down.

"How have you been?" she asked.

"Good."

"The best news I've ever heard." She grinned, and he returned the gesture. "What do you see?"

He glanced around. "I see my old workshop in Veldin," he smiled softly. When he turned to look back at her, she was gone, but his Kerwanian home filled his vision instead.

"Hey, over here."

He turned around again to see the woman standing in the Great Clock, smiling at him, but no matter how hard or fast he ran, he couldn't reach her.

"Please, please stop," the voice was now filled with tears. Ratchet ceased his running and glanced down closing his eyes., when he felt her hand on his shoulder. "I'm alright. I'll be seeing you soon, love. Open your eyes."

When he did, he was somewhat surprised to see him back in his room, laying on his bed, his head buzzing and ears ringing. He felt slightly sick to his stomach, and his throat was unbelievably dry.

"Ratchet, are you alright?" a robotic voice asked in concern.

"Yeah, Clank, I'm fine," Ratchet replied, though his voice was hoarse.

"Are you certain? You've been out for the whole day."

The Lombax shot up. "What?!" he exclaimed, bringing a hand to his dizzy head.

"Ratchet, please, lie back down. I'll bring in a doctor to-"

"No, I'm fine, Clank. Just had this weird dream is all."

Clank looked at his friend, concern written clear in his glass eyes, which Ratchet still marveled at the emotion it displayed. "...Very well then, Ratchet. Would you care for some dinner? I could-"

"NO! No, I'm good. I'll just get something myself, I could use the walk," he attempted to cover up, not wanting his kitchen to be ruined yet again from one of Clank's culinary experiments.

Clank nodded and hopped off the bed, walking with his friend to the kitchen. 'Wow, he was actually on my bed? He must have been really concerned.' the Lombax thought as he neared the cupboards.

"Augh...looks like we gotta go shopping again, pal," he grunted as he slammed the door shut, and started for the door, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He glanced around to see the unknown planet again, completely deserted, and the woman's voice full of concern.

"Where is your father?!"

"Ratchet!" Clank's voice broke through as the image faded and he glanced down at his small friend before dropping to his knees in exhaustion. "Ratchet, are you certain you're alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Clank. Just a bit off today."

Clank frowned in thought. "Perhaps you inhaled some sort of toxin during the battle yesterday-"

"No! I'm fine, alright? Now, let's get something to eat, I'm starving!"

"Was contact successful, Leianna?" a voice asked.

Said woman groaned as she sat up from the bed. "I think so, but I feel like shi-"

"Understood, we still have some side effects to look into, but it's nothing to be concerned with, I assure you."

"Thanks Dr. Krevan," she mumbled sarcastically. She stood up slowly, with help from the doctor and bedside table as she removed the helmet, attempting to rid her fur of the helmet hair she knew she'd have. "Good day."

"And to you too, Leianna."

She walked through the streets to home. 'No, not home. Home will always be on Fastoon.'

"Leianna!" someone called out.

"Yes, Sandra?" Leianna replied, turning around.

"I heard you were chosen to test the Dreamcatcher! How'd it go?" the child asked.

"Well, I think. It's got some nasty side effects though."

"Who did you try to contact?" she asked.

"My husband, but I couldn't seem to find him anywhere. I could have sworn..."

"Hey, hey! Leianna, maybe he wasn't asleep!"

"Maybe...it was rather odd."

"How?"

Leianna frowned in thought. "I think I reached my son, but he looked so much older. Just like his father, even."

"Maybe it reached your son in the future!" Sandra hypothesized.

"Maybe...or maybe we live in a slower timestream."

The young child gazed up at the older woman in confusion. "I guess..."

Leianna laughed. "You'll understand when you're older."

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