Wesley Crusher shattered the glass he was holding in his fist, as sensations swirled around him. His visions, so full of depth and so clairvoyant, usually lent him peace and comfort, but not this time. He was filled with dread, urgency, and a sense of impending doom.
"Don't go in," he whispered, but he knew his plea was for naught. After all, it was them versus fate, in a battle for destiny. Ultimately, they didn't have a prayer.
He saw as the blue light exploded around them, forcing them in through the portal. His mother screamed. Picard remained staunch and silent.
"Mom," he whispered softly, as he prepared to jump the dimensional boundaries.