2
JAN/21
David dropped to the ground next to Sora, paralyzed with grief. He couldn’t believe it, not after having fought with her for so long, not after all they had been through. She was dead. Worse, she was soon to be undead. All of the other recent events faded in David’s mind. All that mattered was Sora. He couldn’t go on. Why bother? All the rain in the world meant nothing without her to share it with. His mindblade sprang forth from his hand without a conscience thought. He turned it towards his stomach and was mere moments from slicing himself apart in grief when everything flickered.
And for just a fraction of a second…
David was not David, but Worf. And he was laying next to Deanna Troi on the floor of the HoloDeck. She had a warm smile on her face. She reached up and touched Worf’s check. “Don’t be silly, I’ll be right back. Look for me in Raam.”