Introductions all around.

     Then, after glasses were refilled and new ones were handed out, a second toast.

     "May our dreams bring good fortune," Anne said.

     Sip. Sip.

.    "Okay Adam, tell me about your dream. I know you're dying to."

     "My dream was both powerful and sad," Myanna said. She smiled in Adam's direction. "I was dying, but I'd lived a strong, full life, and I had Adam at my side."

     "And we were both blue," Adam said. "Our skins were blue. That's what you told me."

     "Yes, our skins were blue."

     "Adam?" Anne persisted. "Your dream?" 

     Adam looked at Gramps.

     "You talk about your dream, yet?" he asked the elderly man. Adam wore clothes that were at the absolute top of the style scale, under which his bulging muscles could be easily discerned.

     Gramps shook his head.

     "I was waiting for you," he said.

     Gramps and Adam said nothing more, yet everyone in the room, at that moment, sensed a bond between them stronger than brothers.

     "What in the fuck is going on?" Alison asked.

     "In my dream, I was an angel created by God to live throughout time," Gramps said. "I was to be father to the savior of the multiverse, but I failed."

     "That's a mouthful," Malika said.

     "The same goes for me," Adam said, "although I don't know about the failure part. Other than that, though, yeah. In my dream, I was in a death struggle with my son and the mother of my...we tumbled through time and space and..."

     "Hedik," Myanna said. "Our son's name was Hedik."

     "In the dream. In reality..."

     "I want a child, Adam."

​     "Someday, sweetheart, but..."

     "He also went by the name of Adam Adama," Gramps said. "When he was a female."

     "I dreamt about your son," Anne said, "but not the son you all seem to be discussing. The son I'm thinking of asked me to invite you all here, which I have now done."

     "Francis," Adam muttered.

​     At which point, as if Adam Forwarder had summoned him...

CONTINUE 

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