"Turn your back on them, and you will have never truly lived at all."

It was colder than he remembered it.

And even more beautiful.

He wondered why no one had ever heard him.

It was still seductively easy to believe time had stopped once over the rim; resting at the secret spot Barringer had discovered just below his cabin - thinking about the first time he chose to "descend into Oblivion, or enter the great book of History", so many years ago - but this was the one time Tycho could not risk being stopped.

He chose again, and woke to the Dream that had lost little grandeur coming true.

The full moon approaching it's zenith, the great-grandson of Erich Zann stepped onto the Crater floor once more, still wondering what some real wattage could have done.

Far above him, more power than Earth had ever known, was ready to end the Nightmare that had kept the planet asleep.