Chapter 1: Prologue: The Prisoners

PROLOGUE

The Prisoners

I

She watched his face as he slept.

As always, she asked herself whether she had done—whether she was doing—the right thing. As always, she decided that she had had no other choice, and that this situation she had put the two of them in, as cruel as it was, was for the greater good.

Even as she reassured herself, however, she was painfully aware that it wouldn’t be long before she had to repeat this process. No matter how many times she reassured herself that this was for the best, she’d later start questioning herself again, even though her conclusion, no matter how much time passed, would never change. An endless cycle of regret and resignation was all she had to look forward to.

She wasn’t afraid of what he’d do to her if he awoke. He’d forgive her; he always did and always would, no matter what she did. But if he awoke and she couldn’t convince him … if she couldn’t make him see things her way … then it’d take but a single thought from his part for everything—everything—to come undone, and she couldn’t risk that. If that happened, she knew she would never have another chance to make things right. Even as mad as he had become, he was still too smart, too aware, to make the same mistake—the mistake of trusting her—twice.

What she had done back then, when all that was were the two of them and nothing more, had been a betrayal. She had betrayed his trust and sentenced him to a fate no different from death. Because of what she had done, he’d sleep a dreamless sleep for eternity.

Or at least that had been the plan.

Things had gone wrong. Not all of him slept. A small fraction of him existed outside his prison—their prison. Had she noticed it earlier, she could have done something about it. She could have brought that part back in here, or at least sealed it. Yet she hadn’t, and now she no longer had the power to do so. By this point, pitifully little of her power remained, particularly after what she had done only days ago, and if the things she had set in motion—her last, desperate attempt at salvaging the situation—didn’t work out as intended, she’d lose what little of herself remained, and without her there to keep him in his dreamless slumber, he’d awaken.

She sighed, turning her gaze away from his face, and lay down beside him. Her shoulder brushed against his, and without even thinking, she reached out and took his hand in hers, interlacing her fingers with his as she had done so many times in the past—except back then he’d tighten his grip on her hand, whereas now all she held was a lifeless appendage. For a moment she simply stared up, gazing at the swirling, silver chaos that had been her home for countless years now, and thought about where it had all gone wrong and of all the mistakes she had made. After a while, she sighed, pushing those thoughts away, and closed her eyes. The die was cast, and all that she could do was wait and hope for the best.

The fate of the Universe hinged on her success.

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