He was drenched in sweat. He has had a nightmare, but about what? About him being in a shuttle, about a big ball which exploded, about people that where full of blue slime. Strange. He switched on the light. He had lost his orientation. Why wasn't he home? Where was he? After a while he had won it back. He was somewhere in Canada. He still wondered why he hadn't gone back. He hadn't known that he could be that mad about his parents. He never had thought that he was able to go through with something like that. Normally he had been the weak one who had given way to prevent more fights and tension than necessary. But this time he was sure that he had crossed the line. There was now no way back and no way to apologize this behaviour. He wasn't able to sleep any longer. Thoughts swirled through his head. He got up, put on his cloths and went out side. It was cold, but the air made him think clear again. He still was confused, but his thoughts and questions were ordered in somehow. Why in hell did his knee hurt? And back? The surrounding seemed strange. The outlines seemed to be blurred, but this probably was caused by the insufficient light out here. He had seen his Mum again. If his father knew that she was here? Probably yes. 'What in hell am I doing here?' He started to ask himself again. 'I have to go home. I've left them alone with all this five years back shit and for what? For living an ego trip? Shit! Why haven't I thought about it earlier? I'm going to turn out like my father! ' He began to feel strange. He started to remember things he was sure of that he hadn't thought of the last year. What…

"Can't you sleep?" Fiona came to him.

"No."

"Your Mum worries about you." She put an arm around his shoulder.

"I know. I can't believe that she knew that I'm here, but didn't come. I mean…this really doesn't match to her. She's not as cold as she pretends to be." There it was. His doubts. Something was strange. Really strange and he needed answers before he went nuts.

"I don't know what your father told her about all this. But they knew that you were here and your father worried as well. He was sick of worry. He called everyday several times, asked for you, if everything was alright; if there was anything he could do for you. If he could have, he would have been here for you. But he needed to stay away. We wanted to make them think that you were no part of this mission anymore. They should think that you were no danger for them. Your father only hardly agreed with that but he understood, although he was really, really be worried. " His father knew? He worried? What was all this about? Since when does his father worry about him? He never had thought that his father would do so. The accident! Now he got the point. He had been in an accident and now he knew who it was. He started to remember how he had called his father to ask him for some help. His father hadn't cared then, but afterwards he had? This didn't make sense.

"What do you mean?"

"This accident was none. They tried to kill you. We had to separate you from the others for your safety and now you got your memory back. We had to take it from you otherwise you never would have staid. Neil, you're the only human being who can help the universe from being destroyed." These black pickup trucks. The lamppost and the roadside ditch. Of course. But why?

"But, I don't understand this. We're five and even in case they would have killed me there still would have been four of us, enough to stop them."

"Sure, but you're the only one who is able to stop them. Your endless potential is what they are afraid of."

"This can't be true. I… this…this is not how things went the first time around…" She pulled him closed to her, sat down with him on a bench and started to explain him what was wrong and what had happened. He began to understand what all this was about. She started to explain him the constellation of the universes and that the time travel was none, but one between universes and that they now were in a parallel universe, in one of endless others. He listened carefully to her. He understood what the balance of universe meant.

"And now?" This was the only thing he was able to say.

"Now it's your turn. Your friends and your father are on their way. The destruction of this universe had already begun. You're the only one who can prevent the end." 'What the fuck is she talking about? This is a job for my father, but not for me! The only thing I'm goof for are researches nothing more.'

"And how?" He asked her. If she knew that much, she should know what he was going to do or what had to be done.

"I can't tell you, but you'll find out."

"Wow, best conditions for saving a universe. I mean, first of all you're kidnapping me, robbing my memory, giving me the feeling to be less than shit and now I should just like that start to save the universe? I mean what the fuck were you thinking, when you were doing all this to me? This is not what I would consider as fun!" He was angry. He had been rude towards his mother, who obviously wasn't to blame for this. He had no idea how he could apologize for that. In fact this was nothing one could apologize and now they told him he had to save the universe, although he had no idea how.

"Neil, this is more than confusing to you, but you have to believe me, everything that had happened only had happened for your safety. You're prepared for your mission and I know that you'll make it."

"But if you know all about this, why haven't you said something a bit earlier?"

"Because it hadn't been the right point of time. Everything that happens happens in respect to the universe's balance."

"But maybe the balance gets lost, when I start to prevent…"

"This is a thread from the outside. Sentients doesn't belong to any universe. If you can stop them here, they will be stopped in every universe the already occurred. They live in the space between all universes. Not in them."

"Oh…Okay." He had trouble to believe all this and when she was right, he had all reason to get frightened. What if he wasn't ready? What if he wasn't the right one and they made a mistake. Maybe they only mixed him up with someone. He wasn't the right one. He couldn't bee. He was too weak, too emotional. He just couldn't be the right one. He felt of the earth under his feet oscillated slightly. It really had begun? Hasn't it?

"You don't need to be afraid. You can do that for sure." She put her arm around his shoulders. He still felt confused. He wished that all this was only a bad nightmare and that he would wake up.

"May I talk to my Mum?" He wanted to apologize for his behaviour. Who knew if he would get another chance to do so?

"Of course. I take you to her room." She offered him.