Chapter one:
The Quarrel

Sire liked to write with an age old pen. He liked to write carefully, but now he was abit lazy. He just wrote.

The news were on:
"...And in economic news, Interplanetary Media Group has plead for less restricted LPB-bandwiths. IMG:s president Rea Lansdorp says she is frustrated with usc:s "Medieval censorship." ...

Gideon came in to the room. Meteoroids rained on the window.
"We should get rid of Napkin." Gid said.
"What do you mean?" Sire asked.
"What do you mean 'what do you mean'? It's only of hindrance!" Gid.
"You, what... You..." Sire couldn't get a word out.
Gid watched Sire sputter.
Sire pulled himself together, said:
"You seem certain. I feel betrayed after these years."
"You have three minutes. After that, you'd better watch your back." Sire.


Chapter two:
To chase or not?

Sire heard gid run heavily to the corridor. Doors swished open as Gid trashed trough the station, to the hangar. Sire counted, opened his eyes, flashing with anger. He heard Astrid tear the scaffolding under him, at the hangar-bay.

He turned, switched autopilot off, set thrustcannons at 100% and aimed at the speeding Astrid, tears in his eyes. He mouthed a word, another, silent. A small beep went off at dashboard. As it went off, Sire clasped controls knuckles white, and growled from the depths of his diaphragm, in anger "For life, forever".

Astrid exploded, silently in space. Sire inhaled deeply, and tried to calm down. His heart still raced, and small growls got out in every exhale. He rose, lower lip quivering, and started towards the door. Sorrow gushed trough him. He collapsed under it at the door, weeping, on his knees, face buried in his palms, leaning on the cold wall.

Chapter three:
Dream

A figure loomed in front of a window, in a dark room. A faint, grayish gloom radiated from the window. The figure sat on a heavy wooden chair, face to the glowing window. It had long hair and it's hands rested on the table.

A heavy water-rain fell outside. The figure did something with its hands.

A short, simple tune. It was played on a xylophone. The figure played it with a small instrument. It was a neutral little song, like a lullaby.

The figure turn its face. "Are you awake? You should be sleeping." There was no voice, only words. But it was Sires sister.

Sire fell into deeper sleep.


Chapter four:
The discovery

Sire woke up from his sleep cabinet. He got out from his sleepvest, and set gravity to normal. He felt greatly nauseous, hes head ached, and ears rang, worse than usually. Last night he couldn't go to see Napkin, but now he had to see how it was.

Small bubbles rose slowly from its nostril inside the cryotube, floating in the blue cryojelly.

Sire watched it float. It twitched it's white eyebrow. Sire put his hand on the tubes transparent wall.

The door swished open as he entered the Hangar bay. Scaffolding parts still floated inside the bay.

A figure flashed in the corner of Sires eye. Something hit his head. The warm gush followed an instant blurring of his sight. A terrible pain entered his consciousness.

Before he fainted, he started to float in zero gravity. A hand touched his wrist.


Chapter five:
Napkin

It chuckled. Napkin ran on a field, full of joy. It's white fur shone in sunlight. It ran, played around you, teased you, challenged you to a race, full of happiness. It looked at you with its earthly brown eyes, big and round.

You walked with it. Sometimes it made longer runs to the distance, always coming back to your side. Then, you standing taller than Napkin, saw small whity figures in the distance, moving around. After a while, you stopped, and knelt to Napkin. You caressed it, gave it a good scratching, and patted its side, your hand left lingering there for a second.

It looked at you, and started jog away, stopped to sniff the air. A gust of wind blew hair on your face, and when you sweeped them away, the white white fox was gone.

A warm wind blew again.


Chapter six:
Gideon

Sire thudded on the station floor. The back of his head throbbed, he felt like puking. The cold tremor went through him.

"I was sure you were mad, but it still shocked me when you tried to kill me." Gideon was there.

"You are..." Sire.
"You are insane." Gid. "Sick".
"If you touch..." Sire.
"I already did. It's gone. I sent it to Earth to be terminated properly." Gid stood in front of Sire, who was lying on the floor hands braced.
"And I sent for cops. There's no magic anymore. I'm taking Welles with me. That's for disintegrating Astrid, sicko. ...It was a neuro-cripple, Sire..."

Sire lied still, staring at the walls

"Do you have anything to say? I'm giving you the last word."
Sire looked at Gid, sad. Gid felt sting in his heart. He took a step backwards, turned, still looking at Sire, turned away.

Sire heard Gids heavy footsteps going away. Station trembled, as Welles' heavy drive-engines lit up.