by Rowan Wolf
I knew, and I mean knew (as in k-n-e-w), that it had happened. It did take place. I was not dreaming, I was not on drugs. He came to see me. He, my long lost brother in arms. Across centuries, across galaxies, here, now. On that beach. It was him, I had no doubts. At all. None. And with a crucial message.
Now, to convince Walter about that.