The nightmares had returned.

The inevitable need of spicing at night had held them off temporarily but she knew that the crutch of using them was only to turn off the visions she kept having. She walked the thin ice of overdose knowing that it was the only way to shut them off for any extended amount of time.

The first one, a girl...tall, young, tanned like she used to be when she was a girl living outside enjoying the twin suns. Why was she looking for her? Why did she know ...that name. Four people knew that name, even the empire had forgotten who that was. Why did this girl know? What did she want? If she knew that name she either knew the past...the dark past that she never wanted to pull anyone in to or a mark gone badly. A job...revenge for a past job done. Who the hell knew that name anymore?

The second one. Kor. His face bloodied, beaten and bruised. Every time she woke up from that one her lips would be cool to the touch and the taste of metal would permeate her tongue. She could see him like he was across the room. He was alive. She had gotten the message that he had been captured, his last location and possibly being held captive but there was no guarantee. There was no way she kept seeing him and having these vivid visions about him if he wasn't alive.