Dreams Foretold?

"So, you saw Chicago being invaded by toy robots and toy soldiers."
"Right."
"After you dreamed about it."
"Y-yes."
"Dammit."
Alana sat across from Hitomi in her quarters, feeling a little silly telling her about the dream. "Sorry, I know it sounds strange. But," she paused.
"But it left you feeling like it meant something and you should tell someone."
"Yes." Hitomi looked tired, and Alana felt bad for bringing this to her so late an hour. Or early, depending. "I'm sorry, Hitomi, I probably should have left this alone. You've got enough on your plate, with C.J. and Buck being gone."
Hitomi just shrugged. "Comes with running the place. Anyway, what was the news report?"
"I don't really know. I only caught the last portion, and they didn't repeat it. I can only guess."
"Well? Best guess?"
Alana frowned in thought, "A parade? Maybe there's a toy convention?"
Hitomi nodded, "Sounds reasonable. In the morning... or rather later this morning, let's check it out. We can make some phone calls," she trailed off and rubbed her eyes.
"Right. I should have waited anyway," she trailed off again, and Hitomi waved the apology off.
"Stop. We've all seen enough "high strangeness" over the years, that it doesn't hurt to check out things like this, coincidence or no." They stood up, and Hitomi walked Alana to the door. "Try and get more sleep, and we'll meet in the morning, okay?"
Alana smiled gratefully, "Thank you, Hitomi. I appreciate it."
Hitomi quirked a wry smile. "Don't worry. We'll figure it out. Okay, Alana?"
Alana nodded, "Okay. Good night."

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