Et Fortis, by Sophonisba (missing persons challenge)

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-title- Et Fortis
-author- Sophonisba (saphanibaal)
-warnings- Gen, spoilers for the first half of the second season, suitable for general audiences
-characters- Ford
-word count- 128
-summary- I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

Et Fortis

Sometimes, when he's been rationing out the doses too far, he dreams that he's standing with his arms outflung and his back pressed firmly against a locked and bolted door, on the other side of which Aiden is pounding and screaming in an endless high thin loop.

Ford does his best not to let his stock run low enough to need to ration that much. Besides, it's silly imagery; it's not as if anyone still bound by human limitations could get past something that would give him trouble.

(Once he dreamed of his old instructor, explaining "It was humanly impossible, so naturally they called us in." But then he sank back out of REM sleep, and so never remembered doing so.)

It's evening. Time to hunt.