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Amin stood in one of the empty offices, getting ready for the mission to the Knot House. His -well, for lack of a better word- commander, Rin, had basically run into the rooms calling out to gather people, explaining that they had a lead to the rebels and would be going to a place called the Knot House at midnight.

So everyone was sort of in a rush, since they only had an hour or so to get ready.

Amin was packing everything up when there was a sudden noise from a few corridors away, making him jump. He wanted to assume it was just another person from Rin’s sector, but somehow he couldn’t convince himself. He left his room and went to find out.

Though he was alone, he couldn’t help feeling like someone was nearby, which didn’t help his worrying. As he walked along the back hallway to the building, he noticed that one of the windows looked forced open.

Oh great, he thought. So there is someone here.

And it couldn’t be someone from the government, because they’d use the door, if they had to come at all. So who was it?

He took a moment, trying to keep his emotions under control, then decided to leave it alone. Maybe someone just left a window open. And if someone had broken in, there were probably fifteen or twenty people up, preparing for the next mission. So they wouldn;t get away with anything if they tried.

Slightly calmer, Amin prepared to go back. But as he turned a corner, he collided with someone who was running from the other way. They fell on top of each other.

“Ouch,” the person muttered.

“Sorry,” Amin said automatically, though he wasn’t. He tried to move over and see who he was dealing with, because he sure it wasn’t anyone from Rin’s sector.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. “The building’s closed down.”

“I left something here,” the person replied. “Now do me a favor and get off my foot.”

Amin stood up carefully and held out his hand, but the person didn’t take it, so he pulled it back.

“I’m Amin Mahksi,” he introduced himself uncertainly. “And what did you leave that is so important you have to come for it near ten o’ clock?”
“It’s something for the government that they expect me to hand in first thing tomorrow. But it’s not finished yet and I need to work on it tonight,” the person answered. Standing up himself.

“So you must be Sandrye, then,” Amin guessed. “I think I heard about that something somewhere. Anyways, sorry for knocking you over and everything.”

“Yeah, okay” was the only reply Amin got.

Amin turned to leave.

“Why are you here?” Sandrye asked suddenly.

Amin stopped. “We may have received information about the rebels’ meeting. Sector Commander Rin is getting everything ready, and we’re going with him.”

“Okay. Can I come?”
“Well, that’s up to Rin, but. . .” Amin paused uncertainly. “Could you answer a question, first?”
“If that’s what it takes,” Sandrye replied. “What is it?”

“Where have we met before?” Amin asked. “I just. . . feel like I’ve seen you before. A lot. But. . . I don’t remember where, or why, or how. Or if we have. Do you know?”
Sandrye was silent at first, and Amin thought he’d asked the wrong thing. Of course they hadn’t met before. He’d probably just been imagining it.

“I don’t know if we’ve met,” Sandrye finally said. “But. . . for the last six months, I’ve had dreams. Dreams with you in them.”

“But you didn’t know it was me?”
Sandrye nodded. “It might not even be you. But in the dream, you and I were working together. I don’t know what it means, either, but yes. Yes, we may have met.”

Amin didn’t know what to say.

The bells rang, signaling to the government that the Knot House mission was ready to begin.

“I answered you,” Sandrye told Amin, shouldering his bag, which Amin hadn’t noticed before. It must have been what landed on his arm, though.

“I answered you. Now take me to the Knot House.”