Another Traveler came into the space just then.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
He released control to her. She took over the ears, the eyes, and the base of the neck and surveyed the surroundings.
“Where am I?” she asked.
“It’s a bedroom. It’s late,” he explained.
She allowed the body to take in a deep breath and exhaled through the nose. She looked down.
“Oh my gosh,” she exclaimed. In front of them was a small crib with a sleeping baby boy.
“Yeah, he’s pretty cool,” he chuckled lightly.
“How old is he?”
“Ten months? Maybe more. I’m not sure. I haven’t been here long,” he said. She felt something odd in the far reaches of her psyche. The mouth twitched into a smile and a tear casted down the cheek.
“What is this?” she asked.
“It’s happiness. It’s pretty good here. Nothing extraordinary, but it’s really nice. Where did you come from?” She didn’t want to answer.
“Not as good as this,” she said. She looked down at the baby again. “He’s adorable. I don’t know anything about babies.”
“That’s OK. The mom is pretty good with him. It’ll come natural to you. He’s funny too. Doesn’t say much, just ‘dada’, but he’s been doing this thing with his mouth. You can’t help but laugh.” Silence, then something came to him. “I’m going to miss this place. Take care of him, especially with–”
And he was gone.
“With what?” she screamed, but she knew it was pointless. He was gone. This always happens. She took control over the rest of the body flexing the fingers and toes. Everything was in order if not a little heavier than she was used to. She placed the hands on the side of the crib and leaned down. The baby stirred a bit from his dream and breathed silently. Yes, she thought, I will enjoy this one.
