"Ray. Ray," she repeated, kicking out at him with a sock-clad foot. "Wake up. Listen to this."

It was almost four in the morning. They had just got back from finishing a quick patrol, Ray almost dead on his feet, and her bouncing with a second wind of energy. Okay, so maybe they didn't get the guy who did it. Maybe he was infected and dead, but they got his notes and his diary, and that was almost as good!

"What?" Ray muttered, not even bothering to open his eyes.

"Okay, this is from three years ago. He says, and I quote, A man visited me last night in my sleep. I believe he was a demon, or perhaps an angel. He says that he is a representative of Mother Earth, and it is time to rid her of humanity's plague. I do not know what to think." She paused, waiting for Ray to say something.

He snored.

She kicked out at him again. "Ray! You're not even listening to me. Wake up."

"Ow! For Christ's sake Carrie, stop kicking me. It's late, I'm tired, and I don't care right now."

"I'm sorry you think I give a shit about whether you care or not," she said, frowning at him.

He glared at her, but sat up. "What."

"Okay, he says blah blah plague of humanity blah blah, right?" She waited until he dutifully responded with a right of his own. "Well as you flip forward, he keeps having this dream! And he's going crazy. He's starting to believe what this dream guy is saying and that it's his job to rid the earth of the plague."

"Of ebola?" Ray asked, confused.

"No, of us. Jeez, have you been listening at all?"