Note: Written for the scifiland "Beginnings" drabble challenge.
William Raines stood in the middle of the simulation room, surrounded by gravestones, gargoyles, and stone caskets.
"He couldn't find them, could he?"
Parker. He was there to gloat, of course. Raines took one final drag on his cigarette before stamping it out on the floor.
"No," Raines replied. "And you can save the 'I told you so' for someone who cares."
"It's not the end of the world, Billy. We're just going to have to do this my way."
Like always, thought Raines. Nothing could trump Parker and his precious prophecy.
"The boy and my daughter will meet tomorrow."