Drake took a long hard look at Olaris. There was something familiar about this man, but Drake couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was almost as if he had seen Olaris before somewhere... Drake had a feeling that it was important, but not nearly as important as the task at hand. Drake went back into his office and got Olaris some bandages, not bothering to ask how he had been injured. Sometimes it was better not to know.
"Okay boys, looks like we have us a little posse here, lets get going," Drake barked, and led them out west towards the desert.
Just then he spotted...Bill Williamson's kid. But he had died the night before, Drake had seen it himself! But Drake also remembered the kid...not dying. He had been pardoned of all charges, right? No, he hadn't, he had been found guilty! Drake remembered it both ways.
Something very very weird was going on here, and Drake had a bad feeling that the rift was involved. He turned to yell to Bill Williamson's kid, but he was gone. Almost as if he had never been...