Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek!

SAMANTHA


 I exclaimed and clapped a hand to my forehead.

Now what? Caitlin asked, flopping down on her bed next to me.

I just had the strangest vision! We were all grown up, like 18 or so years old, and we were running two space ships like they have on Star Trek! One looked a little more like the Enterprise, but the other was newer and better. Oh my God! I saw that French dude there! You will never guess who it really is!

No, I won't guess. Just tell me, OK? I've had enough guessing for one day, Caitlin said, sounding very bored and not much like her normal self.

Jeez, where is your sense of adventure and wonder? You don't sound much like yourself today. I remarked. Oh well. I guess I won't tell you then.

Caitlin seemed to suddenly snap to attention. I just had the strangest vision, too! In my vision, I saw the two ships! They are called the U.S.S Freedom and the U.S.S. Destiny! Kind of like sister ships! So, who is the guy you were talking about?

That dude Matt from your History and French classes! Now, what about the ships? I ordered.

Well, it looked like one of them was better than the other, like you said. She paused. It was like I was looking into my future! It was so strange.

I laughed. Well, I should be going now. I'll catch up with you later. If Stalker calls, send me an email with what he said, OK? I picked up my jacket and headed down the stairs and opened her front door. It was pouring outside. I muttered to myself. I pulled up my hood and walked the four blocks to my house.

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It was still raining cats and dogs when I reached my front door and fished out the key out of my pocket. It was dark when I stepped into the hall that connected practically all the rooms in our house.

Hello? Mom? Dad? I called out. I was surprised when I didn't get an answer. My parents are normally home by 5:30.

I looked out the window. I didn't see any cars, but I probably couldn't see them even if they were coming home because of all the rain.

I sighed and went off into the kitchen where I made myself a sandwich. Almost as soon as I entered the living room and turned on the TV, the power went out. There was a huge light coming from the outlet, then everything went dark. I screamed, then clapped my hand over mouth, embarrassed. Oh well, I thought, at least no one heard me.

I slowly walked over to the kitchen, using my hands to feel the way. I frantically searched for a flashlight in our junk drawers. Finding nothing, I struck a match and light a scented candle and crept down the basement steps.

I never liked going into the basement. It always freaked me out. All the shadows looked like people. I have always had this secret fear that a mad ax murderer would camp down in our basement and come up when we were asleep and kill us all. I shuddered.

I made it over to the fuse box and flipped the switch. Nothing. Damn, I thought, the storm must have knocked the power out. Well, it can't get much worse, I said to myself. At least I have a light!

Then a damp wind swirled around me and blew the candle out.