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The parapsychologist and her team hovered over me, locked in animated debate. They had never seen a patient pass out after taking anteril. Now deep in a dream, I walked barefoot past Oltean with my body still comfortably asleep back on the couch. I walked through the wall into a dark hallway, where light from a small crystal down the hallway caught my eye. My chest felt tight; my heart was hammering, and I started to panic. Then I took a deep breath and allowed myself to float and experience. The panic faded, and curiosity gripped me as I tiptoed toward the light, finding a large square of black onyx inlaid in the ground. The light originated from a small crystal embedded in its middle.

I stepped onto the onyx with one foot and found it cold and refined to the touch. I did the same with my other foot, and a hole opened, causing me to fall through. The hole swallowed itself and was no more. The walls around me spun, glowing green and orange, then blue and red. Feet first, down a narrow tunnel, I plummeted. The colors melted into bright light as I landed on the floor. What floor? I had no idea.

I was still on the onyx square, straddling the glowing crystal I now recognized as a diamond. Stepping off the square, I walked through a wall into a bright hallway bustling with people in white coats. Some carried charts, some pushed equipment, and one guided a bed on wheels with a person on it lying under a blanket. I was standing in a very modern hospital, invisible and without substance. No one could see me. People were conversing, but not in Romanian. I was listening to English. Why am I in a hospital? What year is this? Nothing made sense.

Pulled by some unknown force, I passed through a closed door to find a beautiful dark-haired woman in bed. A fluid pouch hung above the woman, dripping through a tube into her wrist. Her bed was inclined, and she was breastfeeding a newborn wearing a pink gown! The baby girl had a spark in her eyes and a full mop of black hair. As I crept closer, my stomach tightened. The calm, statuesque mom could have been me, though maybe five to seven years older, perhaps mid-30s. She held her baby with fulfillment and love as if God had favored her. Hearing her mom’s cooing sounds, the adorable baby stopped suckling. At this point, I realized the woman I was staring at was me. A future me. But why? How? And with a baby! Whose baby? Her mother kissed the baby’s cheek, taking off her diamond-encrusted platinum cross; she gifted it to her daughter.

In a peaceful frame of mind, the woman whispered just one word: “Chanel.” Did she just say her name?

I’d become hungry and thirsty and had the beginnings of a cramp in my calf. Something tried to pull me to the door. What’s happening? Suddenly, the woman in bed paused, snifef d, and scanned the room.

She stared in my direction and spoke gently in Romanian. “Natalia, you have stayed too long. For you, time in the future moves faster than in the present. At the five-hour mark, your body, wherever it is, will run out of nourishment, and you could perish. Tell no one of this day, lest you risk your future. Trust Thomas and protect him like a lioness would defend her cub. Defeat his enemies, or they will defeat you.”

She couldn’t see me. How did she know my name or even if I was there unless it was a memory? I wondered, Is that me five to seven years into the future? Is that baby mine? And who is Thomas?

My body felt weak, which made no sense because I wasn’t in my body. Intuitively, I knew my time was up. A grayish cord pulled me to the onyx square. Was this the silver cord? The moment I stepped onto the square, the tunnel instantly disappeared upwards. The cord pulled me forcefully to my inert body in the medical clinic.

“Natalia, Natalia, are you ok?” I open my eyes to Florin Oltean.

“I’m fine,” I said, sitting up and stretching as if nothing had happened. “Are we done for today?” Was it a dream? In case it wasn’t, I’m not sharing what I saw. The parapsychologist stopped crying and hugged me. I felt myself stifef n; I don’t like being hugged, let alone by someone with whom I don’t have an emotional connection. Thank God, she released me after an excruciatingly long few seconds. “Natalia, you were unconscious for almost five hours. Your heart rate fell below thirty, and your blood oxygen is dangerously low.” The beautiful woman in the bed warned me of this. Or did I warn me? The parapsychologist again checked my indicators, which were again normal.

Oltean shook his head in amazement. “What did you see?

I knew the SRI doesn’t want someone who can predict cards. They want a covert agent who can predict the future on the killing field. That being the case, I’m not going to take psychedelic drugs to help them. The experiment is over.

Filled with joy and more than a tinge of sadness, I answered Oltean, “I’m sorry, I became lost in a state of nothingness.”

Returning to work in Bucharest, I could think of nothing else. Who was the woman? Will Chanel be my daughter? Who is Thomas? My mind went haywire, and I started to doubt myself. After all, an assassin can’t have a family.

My phone rang a few weeks later, and I was “invited” back to the school to entertain a VIP American visitor, General Crew Thomas. I didn’t have to be told about this man; Crew Thomas is a legendary American spy. When I heard his name, I jumped at the chance.

Only then did it strike me, and on a magnitude approaching that of an earthquake: Could this be the “Thomas” mentioned in my OBE by the beautiful woman in the hospital bed?