It was a murky and tempestuous evening. All through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a rodent.
Randy Blake was dreaming. He was piloting a spacecraft through the Alpha Omega Quadrant of Celius Seven. There were two renegade gunners on his tail, their lasers blasts coming perilously close to striking his ship.
The roar of the straining engines grew louder and louder as Blake fought to steer his craft to safety. Suddenly there was a bright light and Randy blinked awake, staring in astonishment at the robed figure of his mother standing at the door to his room.
