“Hey, Bren, do we have any news?” Aaron asked as he entered the Gamma’s hospital suite.

The Gamma’s personal assistant rubbed his half-closed eyes as he sat up from the couch where he was sleeping. “Not really. He’s been dreaming, and it’s probably the weirdest of dreams, judging by his body’s reactions these past few hours. His blanket was tented at some point, and then he started mumbling, almost yelling, and then he threw a punch or two. After that, he seemed to ...