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Resi flies through the tunnel in his mind, searching for the vision that
he’s meant to see. He spends more time in here than usual. So much passes
him by, but it’s too quick for him to have any time to tell what other
events he’s missing. He just keeps going and going and going until he sees
it. Central Mountain. Framed in a circle like a painting on the wall. It’s
terrifying. Smoke is billowing up into the air. Lava is rolling down the
sides. People are dying. He can’t see that much detail yet, but he’s getting
the feeling. It’s at the end of the line. This is the last thing that will
ever happen to anyone on Yana. The painting grows larger as he draws near,
and then he passes through the portal. Now he’s flying through the air.
Unlike his other vision of this tragic fate, he’s not composed of the
elements. He’s just a regular guy. A regular guy who can fly.
The still image begins to move in slow-motion, making it even more
horrifying than it already was. Now he really can see the people dying on
the ground as the ash overwhelms them. Bungulan aircraft are frantically
flying in, trying to save as many as they can, but they won’t get anywhere
near everyone. Catastrophe has struck, and the question is, is this what
happens if Resi doesn’t report the truth to the island, or is it inevitable?
Will people simply not believe him, or will he not even get the message out
in time? He remembers Kartica in the caldera with him. She has that
satellite phone. He has to make that call, or tell her so she can make it.
That is, if he can trust her.
Resi doesn’t have enough information, but he can feel himself waking up. His
body is stirring where it lies on the ground. He’s melting into the rock. He
really will die, so he has to get this done before he takes that last
breath. What he really needs is the date. He needs specific information when
he makes that call. There’s a boat on the coast, taking evacuees in. Surely
there’s a date there somewhere. He dives down towards the surface, and lands
on the deck. No one can see him, because he’s not really here. They’re
frantically scattered about, some using devices, but no one keeps still long
enough for him to see a date. Don’t they know that he needs this? Don’t they
know he can stop it?
He has to get to the bridge. It will have computers there. He dashes up and
passes right through the wall like a ghost. As the vision is beginning to
collapse, he gets only one decent look in the upper right corner of the
nearest screen, but it doesn’t make much sense. The day and month are both
fine. It’s the year that doesn’t make the least bit of sense. The number is
weird and wrong; it can’t be right. He has to look around for something
else. Maybe there was an EMP, and it screwed up all of the electronics?
He wakes with a start, not having had the chance to find any more clues to
understand what it means. Still, it’s all he has to go on. He feels like
he’s moments from death. “Pho—phone,” he ekes out, reaching his hand up
aimlessly. He turns his head to find Kartica lying on her stomach next to
him, probably as close to death as he is.
She fights to open her eyes. She reaches behind her back and pulls the phone
off of the clip. She lifts it into the air, and starts swinging it around,
delirious and confused, maybe seeing double vision. Their hands dance around
each other for several seconds before they finally make contact.
Resi selects Caprice’s contact card, and tells the system to call her in
whatever way will work. If point-to-point communication is best, do that.
She answers, demanding to know where he and Kartica are, but there’s no
time. “August 7, 0045.” She’s flummoxed. “That’s the date of the eruption.
August 7, 0045.” He dies.
