"Oh, you've got to be kidding—" Ripley grunts, pinching the bridge of her nose to stave off whatever dream-induced headache she's starting to get. "That's all? Simple my ass."
Apparently. How else does one escape from a dream? ...A dream. She keeps reiterating the fact. A dream. Not real. The creature who stalks to their door is a memory. A bad, bad dream and nothing else.
Like a launch sequence. She can do that.
Nodding slowly, Ripley takes a seat. Spreads her hands across the accessory panel to marshal her thoughts.
Precession corrected... Path is clear... SLS hot... Readings nominal. Altering the vector now. We're ready to go, boys.
no subject
"Oh, you've got to be kidding—" Ripley grunts, pinching the bridge of her nose to stave off whatever dream-induced headache she's starting to get. "That's all? Simple my ass."
Apparently. How else does one escape from a dream? ...A dream. She keeps reiterating the fact. A dream. Not real. The creature who stalks to their door is a memory. A bad, bad dream and nothing else.
Like a launch sequence. She can do that.
Nodding slowly, Ripley takes a seat. Spreads her hands across the accessory panel to marshal her thoughts.
Precession corrected... Path is clear... SLS hot... Readings nominal. Altering the vector now. We're ready to go, boys.
In T-minus Five...
Four...
Three... two...
"One."
She wakes.