Chapter Three
The sound of his heartbeat thrummed in his ears or what had been his ears, in another place another dimension, in linear time. How long he had been in this white void he wasn't sure, for time did exist here. The only way for him to guess was to look over the linear world, over his loved ones, and the passage of time could be estimated with the growing size of his wife. He had learned so much from his time among the Bajoran Gods in the Celestial temple, so much about himself, about humanity; about the actions committed by his species and the resulting repercussions. "The Sisko must also learn about the repercussions his actions caused during his life in linear time." A voice or maybe it was a feeling told him. Within seconds the white void became a sea of colours, he was transported to a time past, back to Deep Space Nine. The vortex of colours was too much for him to take in. He momentarily closed his eyes; when he reopened them the world once again was still. The contours of his office back on the station came into focus, the room was bathed in the familiar orange glow of the prophets; seated across from him was someone he hadn't seen in a long time. He took a step forward. "Jadzia!" She stood, her once blue eyes crackled with the electricity of the prophets. "You have seen the repercussions of the actions of others, now it is time for you to experience the products of your own actions." He stared at her, the initial smile dropping from his face " I know that many of my while in the linear world had drastic repercussions…" "But one more drastic then them all!" The Jadzia/Prophet interrupted. She/It stood up from the black leather chair, and came to stand in front of Sisko, looking him in the eye. "To understand the prophets you must understand their true power, you must learn that to disobey their wishes can affect things in more than one way." "But I understand that…" Sisko began to say. Suddenly the colour vortex began. When he opened his eyes he was in bed. Next to Kasidy. On Deep Space Nine