As he finally drifted off into a fretful sleep, the visions returned. The acrid smell of smoke stung his nose. Ash rained down from blood-red skies. Entire cities lay in smoldering ruins. And the screams…the haunting echoes of millions crying out pierced his very soul.
Oliver jerked awake, his heart pounding. He couldn’t get the images out of his head. Nor could he escape the agent’s threats, which closed in on him like the encroaching fires he foretold.