"Otter guy?" He takes half a step back, startled by her sudden outburst. "No-" And then, he remembers.
"No, yes!" He says, breaking his own train of thought and pointing a decisive finger in her direction. "I remember. It was that dream. There was the otter that belonged to me somehow and you...you had a large bird of some kind. A raven?" She had warned him that something like this might happen, hadn't she? He'd had Mr. Spock take sensor readings that morning, but they'd found nothing. He'd figured then that it had just been his imagination.
It seems, now, that it was anything but.
He thinks for a moment longer before he finds the information that he's trying to remember. "Miss Asadi, isn't it?" He holds out a hand to her. "Let me help you up."
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"No, yes!" He says, breaking his own train of thought and pointing a decisive finger in her direction. "I remember. It was that dream. There was the otter that belonged to me somehow and you...you had a large bird of some kind. A raven?" She had warned him that something like this might happen, hadn't she? He'd had Mr. Spock take sensor readings that morning, but they'd found nothing. He'd figured then that it had just been his imagination.
It seems, now, that it was anything but.
He thinks for a moment longer before he finds the information that he's trying to remember. "Miss Asadi, isn't it?" He holds out a hand to her. "Let me help you up."