Peter E. Sheffield's Story

David Baxter wakes up in this vast field of grass. For a couple seconds he is confused, then he slowly gets to his feet and looks around. "What have I gotten into now," he mutters to himself. He looks around, shouldering his carbine and putting his briefcase in hand, then picks a direction and starts walking. Maybe there were other people here, he thinks to himself, and at that thought, he hollers, "Hey and Howdy! Is anybody there?"

Strycker awakens in a field of some sort, from what he can tell. There's some weird brown stuff, as thin as paper, he notices, and reaches out to touch it as he sits up, cross-legged. He puts a hand in the dirt to help steady himself as he rises up from the ground. He pushes his hair out from his eyes, and scans his surroundings. He doesn't say anything, just silently looks around, trying to recognize where he is. It's odd, he doesn't remember ever coming into this field. There seem to be other people around here, but he can't make out their features. He looks around at the ground around him, and recognizes his Yopirr, a large metal staff with a wedge as a blade, a sort of odd, full-metal axe. He picks it up off the dirt, the balance and weight so familiar to his hands he smiles as he lifts it off the ground. He leans it against his shoulder, and gazes off in all directions again, turning slowly. Off to what he thinks is the west, there seems to be a rock face of some sort. He decides to head off in that direction, maybe there was some explanation there.

A soft wind blew through the vast of Genesis.

There were hundreds, if not thousands of newcomers. Yet so few were anywhere near one another. They were all, however, equidistant from Eminence. Isn't it funny how space and time are all a matter of perception?

Where were Daniel Cooker's comrades?

What did The Gray Witch expect to find in Eminence?

Did The Leopard truly escape death?

Who's Nena Yhen?