The strange dreams had continued for a few days, before stopping all
together. Sloane never really considered himself a "dreamer". He either
slept peacefully or didn't remember his dreams. For the most part his
recent dreams had been focused on Sydney. Usually it was Sydney as a baby.
Sloane had a vague idea of what his dreams meant, but he could never be
sure. Dreams were not concrete or tangible, and Sloane didn't like them.
They weren't facts, and they certainly weren't reality so he didn't dwell
on them.
The phone in his pocket rang loudly, disturbing his thoughts. It seemed to Sloane that telephones were the most horrendous pieces of equipment in the world, at least at that moment. In all the work he had to do, Sloane had no time for personal interaction, and hated all the time he spent on his cell phone.
He answered without a word.
"Arvin. It's me."
"Mr. Sark." Sloane delivered coldly, playing his part.
"I know something that may be of interest to you."
"Oh really, I was under the impression that you were hiding from me."
"Well that may or may not be the case. But in any event I offer an exchange. You answer my questions, I give you information."
"There is no information I could possibly need from you."
"Yes, well if Sydney's current condition doesn't concern you at all than that may be correct. And I won't bother you further."
"In the interest of curiosity, what are the questions you have?"
"I am experiencing memories, in the form of dreams. I need to know if these memories are real."
"What do you remember?"
"Reading the Rambaldi Prophesy. But not just the words. I was reading it.. Almost interpreting."
"And you wish to know if this was an actual event?"
"Yes. And if so, what does this mean?"
"The meaning if for you to discern yourself. What news do you have of Sydney?"
"So you're saying that this was in fact an actual event."
"What news of Sydney."
After a long pause, Sark gave in. "Her dreams have stopped. Something has changed, what I do not know."
"How do you know this?"
"Sydney and I, discussed it at length. What does this mean?"
"It is unimportant." Arvin said quickly hanging up the phone.
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The drive to the airport was uneventful. Sark had agreed to watch Ryan for a few hours, so Vaughn and Sydney rode alone together in the car. Between Vaughn's bad singing, to nearly every song, and Sydney's hysterical laughter, the almost hour ride to the airport went quickly. However, they arrived only to find that the boys' flight had been delayed, for another hour. So they sat in the car and waited. Sydney napped against the car window, and Vaughn played solitare on his PDA. This hour went slowly, and finally Vaughn spotted the boys hauling massive bags out of the terminal doors. "Syd. Vaughn said softly kissing her forehead. "They're here." Sydney slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. Vaughn got out of the car and greeted the boys.
"Dad!" They both said, almost in unison.
"Hey guys! How was you're flight?"
"Long! They delayed us on the runway for almost an hour." Damien said opening the trunk and shoving his bag in, Alex did the same. By now Sydney had made her way out of the car.
"Hey you get over here." She said, smiling widely. Damien acted reluctant, but quickly walked to Sydney and gave her a huge hug.
"Look how big you are." He said looking at her stomach. "Are you sure there's just one in there?"
"Damien, move over." Alex said making his way around him and giving Sydney another big hug. "You're not big Syd, you look great. Damien's just rude." Alex said letting her go.
"It's alright, I'm huge and I know it." She said laughing. "But you guys were gone way too long. I think you're even taller than your brother now." She said eyes Alex's almost 6 feet. "Nah, he's a shrimp." Damien called as he got into the car. Alex and Sydney followed suit, however Sydney took ten times as long as either of them to actually get into the car.
The drive home was filled with stories of the end of school and what sounded like a ton of fun. Sydney was overjoyed to hear their stories and to have them back in Colorado. Now that school was over they wouldn't have to leave again, for a long while. Sydney had grown so accustomed to the way it felt to having all five of them together. And throwing her own brother into the mix made six. But they were a family, as messed up as everything was. And she liked it best when they were all together and happy.
The phone in his pocket rang loudly, disturbing his thoughts. It seemed to Sloane that telephones were the most horrendous pieces of equipment in the world, at least at that moment. In all the work he had to do, Sloane had no time for personal interaction, and hated all the time he spent on his cell phone.
He answered without a word.
"Arvin. It's me."
"Mr. Sark." Sloane delivered coldly, playing his part.
"I know something that may be of interest to you."
"Oh really, I was under the impression that you were hiding from me."
"Well that may or may not be the case. But in any event I offer an exchange. You answer my questions, I give you information."
"There is no information I could possibly need from you."
"Yes, well if Sydney's current condition doesn't concern you at all than that may be correct. And I won't bother you further."
"In the interest of curiosity, what are the questions you have?"
"I am experiencing memories, in the form of dreams. I need to know if these memories are real."
"What do you remember?"
"Reading the Rambaldi Prophesy. But not just the words. I was reading it.. Almost interpreting."
"And you wish to know if this was an actual event?"
"Yes. And if so, what does this mean?"
"The meaning if for you to discern yourself. What news do you have of Sydney?"
"So you're saying that this was in fact an actual event."
"What news of Sydney."
After a long pause, Sark gave in. "Her dreams have stopped. Something has changed, what I do not know."
"How do you know this?"
"Sydney and I, discussed it at length. What does this mean?"
"It is unimportant." Arvin said quickly hanging up the phone.
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The drive to the airport was uneventful. Sark had agreed to watch Ryan for a few hours, so Vaughn and Sydney rode alone together in the car. Between Vaughn's bad singing, to nearly every song, and Sydney's hysterical laughter, the almost hour ride to the airport went quickly. However, they arrived only to find that the boys' flight had been delayed, for another hour. So they sat in the car and waited. Sydney napped against the car window, and Vaughn played solitare on his PDA. This hour went slowly, and finally Vaughn spotted the boys hauling massive bags out of the terminal doors. "Syd. Vaughn said softly kissing her forehead. "They're here." Sydney slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. Vaughn got out of the car and greeted the boys.
"Dad!" They both said, almost in unison.
"Hey guys! How was you're flight?"
"Long! They delayed us on the runway for almost an hour." Damien said opening the trunk and shoving his bag in, Alex did the same. By now Sydney had made her way out of the car.
"Hey you get over here." She said, smiling widely. Damien acted reluctant, but quickly walked to Sydney and gave her a huge hug.
"Look how big you are." He said looking at her stomach. "Are you sure there's just one in there?"
"Damien, move over." Alex said making his way around him and giving Sydney another big hug. "You're not big Syd, you look great. Damien's just rude." Alex said letting her go.
"It's alright, I'm huge and I know it." She said laughing. "But you guys were gone way too long. I think you're even taller than your brother now." She said eyes Alex's almost 6 feet. "Nah, he's a shrimp." Damien called as he got into the car. Alex and Sydney followed suit, however Sydney took ten times as long as either of them to actually get into the car.
The drive home was filled with stories of the end of school and what sounded like a ton of fun. Sydney was overjoyed to hear their stories and to have them back in Colorado. Now that school was over they wouldn't have to leave again, for a long while. Sydney had grown so accustomed to the way it felt to having all five of them together. And throwing her own brother into the mix made six. But they were a family, as messed up as everything was. And she liked it best when they were all together and happy.