"Do you ever feel everything is just a little too perfect around here?"
I wasn't sure if Gull expected a answer or he was just making a contemplative speculation out loud.
"You mean like we're living the same day over and over again?" Now my confidence was fading. I was only repeating what I had heard in my vision; what the Doctor had told me.
"Yes, precisely, in fact that is exactly how it is. You know, you have quite the intuitive mind,Savanna."
"Well, I've been thinking things over...about us and this community. I seriously believe a change would do us good. Everyone has the same routine every day and I want something different. I want change. I crave it. I might even need it. Maybe we can even change the world. Our decisions might have an effect, an impact on other people's lives. I'm going to warn you, it could be dangerous."
"Dangerous? You have no need to warn me Savanna because it was I who wished to warn you beforehand. That's why I asked you here, that's the reason I told you to come here with me in private, so I could warn you."
"Warn me of what? You told me someone was watching us and you said they were the reason we forget. Sounds like a pretty vague warning to me Gulliver."
"What I said was true, what I told you was geniune. I was being sincere regardless how vague I came across to you. There is a people of no name, who's faces' are always forgotten.This makes them all the more terrifying, the fact they are never remembered and that they are forever unknown. It makes them a unseen enemy."
"Wait, how do you know these unknown individuals pose a threat to us if you've never even seen them?"
"See, that's the troubling bit; we've all seen them, one way or another, we just don't remember seeing them. I know this sounds fanatical and oddly paranoid but honestly I'm not crazy. Sometimes I get this strange sensation of foreboding
followed with...nausea. Then I get a little dizzy and the room moves slightly from side to side like I'm on some sort of boat.
There are these voices, Terrible voices Savanna. The rest is all absolute nonsense and is really not worth telling".
"I'm sure it's not nonsense Gulliver. It's okay, you can tell me. I get these weird episodes too. They maybe important these inconsistencies and they might even help you in the future. Think of them as pointers, pointers to the truth."
"So you have them too; The visions, the voices, the strange sensations, the whole lot."
"I don't know, all I said was that I have weird episodes. I didn't say I had visions, or that I hear voices. Don't get weird on me. Just tell me the truth".
"Alright, alright I'll tell you. There's this hall way. A huge hall way, made of metal. Along this hall way, on the side there are these people, lined up one by one and...the crazy part is they all...look like me. They all have my face. Honestly all of them are identical, to the very last detail...it's almost as if they are me in a sense.It's hard to describe.Then there is this terrifying thrumming sound. It's the sound of surging energy, electricity possibly flowing in and out. The kind a generator makes when the power is switched on, only this sounds like there are million generators running all at once.
It scares me, to be honest it absolutely terrifies me. Why something so ridiculous frightens me...is quite curious."
"Dreams are like that, Gull. They are curious and often they don't make much sense. Dreams can be so realistic, so full of life and detail. They can beautiful but something about the harshness of reality makes the vision fade and wither away.
For instance fish can be beautiful creatures in their natural underwater habitat but unfortunately on land they are clumsy and uncoordinated and they aren't very pretty to watch especially when all they can do is flop around. Dreams are bit like fish as soon as they reach the surface they begin to die. Reality isn't kind to dreams, Gull. The worst part is when a dream is told out loud. People laugh and they laugh because they weren't the one living the dream. They didn't experience it, so they could never possibly ever understand how serious a dream can be.
Dreams aren't ridiculous to the dreamer they are only ridiculous to those who have no imagination."
"And I suppose you possess the proper imagination?"
"No, not necessarily. I just possess the proper respect and I have my manners as well. I know that it is best for me just to listen, first without judgement. I have common sense enough to know not to laugh."
"Oh,so you won't judge me the first time, what about the second time?"
"The second would be as the first I assure you. Zero Judgement".
"I must say, that is a relief. I was getting a little worried there for a moment."
"Worried about what?"
"Worried that you wouldn't believe me, worried I couldn't trust you."
"What is there to believe Gulliver? All you told me was a dream. Dreams aren't real Gull. They may be real to you but to the rest of the world, it's folderol."
"It's not folderol! You said so yourself. You told me you were sure it wasn't nonsense and then you pressed me for the truth. I gave you the whole story. I never once pressured you to tell me your dreams! You actually seem to be quite keen on dreams which suggests you know more than your telling."
"Speak for yourself. You know I really don't want to fight you and I don't wish to argue with you. If you are looking for someone to trust, you can count on me but if you expect me to believe, I believe in you, not in the dreams, alright".
I knew I couldn't tell him about the Doctor. I could tell him about the episodes, the voices, the singing and the orchestra, but never would I speak of the Doctor. The Doctor was my secret. He was my source of information as well as my source of hope. The Doctor kept me going even when he was far off, drifting in space. I awaited his coming. I knew the only way he could come was through my efforts. I had to stop the time space continuum that shielded our community from the outside world. I had to find a way to shut down the Time loop. I had no idea how I'd manage to do it.