"I didn't like him enough to take the nonsense he was handing me, and
when he shot the--" Bruce hesitated.
"What? When he shot what?"
Bruce felt an odd tingling in his stomach. The wind's voice seemed to
sharpen and rise to a kind of wail.
"All right, I'll tell you. I was sleeping, having a dream. Doran woke
me up. Marsha was with him. I'd forgotten about that geological job we
were supposed to be working on. I've had these dreams ever since we got
here."
"What kind of dreams?"
Someone laughed.
"Just fantastic stuff. Ask your Pavlovian there," Bruce said. "People
talk to me, and there are other things in the dreams. Voices and some
kind of shapes that aren't what you would call human at all."
Someone coughed. There was obvious embarrassment in the room.
"It's peculiar, but many faces and voices are those of crew members of
some of the ships out there, the ones that never got back to Earth."