Chapter 31 (1/2)

”Alright,” Dan said to Marcus. ”Explain.”

The pair had moved locations slightly, putting a larger gap between themselves and the window at Dan's insistence. No matter what Marcus protested, it was growing increasingly clear that the old man had not given thought to any risks before building his little device.

Dan wanted to believe that it was unlike Marcus to act so recklessly, but how could he? He'd only known the man for a few months. For all his lectures and warnings, this might just be the norm.

Marcus made a face; the kind a child might when confronted with vegetables for dinner. ”I spent most of the week building my window. It was perfectly normal to need some sleep, afterwards.”

Dan raised an eyebrow expectantly. ”But...?”

A sigh came from the older man.

”I designed the window for observation only. It cannot interact with the gap. It cannot,” Marcus emphasized, giving Dan a glare. ”I'm not a complete fool. I am perfectly capable of building something the way I intend it to be built.”

The doctor's mouth twisted into something awkward. ”Though I am also human, and thus capable of making mistakes. The machine cannot interact with the Gap. I, on the other hand, can. If only in a limited fashion.”

”Because you have a power?” Dan asked, mind whirring. He didn't know what the doctor's power was, exactly, but he had a few guesses. The fact that the man's mind was so heavily effected by exposure to the gap gave weight to his theory.

Marcus perked up at that. ”Quite so! You've been paying attention to my lessons, Daniel.”

”More than you have at least,” Dan muttered beneath his breath.

The doctor ignored his comment, plowing onward with barely suppressed glee. ”The device, to use your own words, leaks!”

Marcus let out a bright laugh. ”I didn't even notice until you mentioned it! It's fantastic,”—Dan leaned away from him at this point—”and practically confirms my theory about the origin of powers!”

”This should really worry you more,” Dan pointed out nervously.

”Oh no, not at all,” Marcus replied, waving his hand dismissively. ”On the contrary, now that I know that it's happening it should actually be quite helpful!”

Dan groaned as his palm met his face.

”My power gives me a limited control over my own biology,” Marcus explained candidly. ”I've occasionally used it to increase my intellect, but it isn't a state that can or should be maintained for long periods of time.”

Dan almost interjected, aghast that the man was choosing now of all times to share personal information. It was so out of character that Dan was beginning to suspect some sort of alien bodysnatcher. Maybe the mad scientist that Dan knew had accidentally swapped places with a version of himself that wasn't an anti-social hermit?

Marcus remained oblivious to his suspicions, however, and continued to ride the high of discovery. ”After all these years, I thought I had discovered everything there was to know about my power. I thought that I had found my limits. But then I stared into that lens, into that abyss of nothing and everything, and I dreamed up new limits!”

The following giggle was manic, hysterical even. His eyes were wide and glistening, his arms spread-eagle. ”I thought to myself, if only my old friends were here to see this. If only I could have shared this with them...”

His voice drifted off, filled with nostalgia.

Dan thought back to when he had first found Marcus, to the man's waking words and confusion. A worrying conclusion presented itself.

”You weren't dreaming,” Dan accused more than stated. ”You were reliving old memories.”

”Like I was really there,” Marcus murmured reverently. ”Like I had gone back through time as easily as shutting my eyes. I've never been able to do that before. To view memories like dreams, to visit the past in sleep.”

”That barely counted as sleeping, Marcus,” Dan pointed out apprehensively. ”I had to practically concuss you to get you conscious. What if I hadn't been there?”

The doctor shrugged blithely. ”Then I would've kept dreaming, I suppose.”

He was remarkably blasé about that possibility. Where was the cautious, rational old man that had been here just a week ago? The teacher, the mentor, who Dan was relying on? He needed to get away from this subject, for the sake of his own sanity if nothing else.

”Earlier, you said that you put me in danger. What would have happened if I'd teleported into that room?” he asked. His anger returned with the question. Rage and disappointment. How dare the old man ignore his own rules! How dare he put Dan at risk!

To his credit, Marcus appeared contrite. He wringed his hands together, seemingly losing some of his giddiness.

With some hesitation, he admitted, ”I don't know. Possibly nothing.”

”Possibly?” Dan repeated, clenching his fist. Never before had Dan wanted so badly to punch a man in the mouth. It was an interesting feeling, and one that he looked forward to exploring.

”Your power lets you move in and out of the Gap at will, Daniel. It obviously has a much stronger connection to that place than my own power would.” Marcus shrugged, only barely making the act seem apologetic. ”Maybe you would've been fine, or maybe you would've been stuck in the Gap, unable to return to real space. I don't know how your power interacts with the, erm, leakage.”

Dan's face was set in stone.

”You said you could hear... whispers?” Marcus glanced over for confirmation, and received a minute nod. ”Right. I don't know what that could be, either. I just don't know enough about anything, yet. But I will, I just need time. This could be—”

”Revolutionary. Yes, you said,” Dan acknowledged wearily. He felt an unexpected wave of fatigue as he spoke. This wasn't what he had expected when he woke up this morning but he was tired of being angry.

Was he being selfish? Unreasonable? Was this situation not as insane as it appeared on the surface? Maybe it was some kind of other-dimensional thing, some weird quirk of culture and history that made these circumstances acceptable in Marcus's eyes. Dan just didn't know.

Perspective was so hard to find on your own. Dan needed another confidant, another companion that he could be honest with. Someone that he could trust to be honest in turn. He had ideas on that front, but he still had questions that needed answers. Better to ask them now, while Marcus was in a sharing mood.

Dan let out a heavy breath, and faced the doctor. He asked the question that had been bothering him from the beginning, the question that he had wanted to ask on the very first day he had arrived.

”Why do you care?”

Marcus blinked in confusion, so Dan elaborated.