That* *was never supposed to happen.

But it did.

And right now, Raleigh was halfway through the final drift simulation when the alarms started to go off.

Pilot out of alignment. Pilot out of alignment.

The mechanical voice replayed on loop.

She was terrified, trying to control her mind, trying to hide it all away but it still slipped through the cracks, and Raleigh's mind was full of images that never happened. That never could have happened.

Pentecost was screaming in a far echoey distance to cut the simulation but all Raleigh could see was her. Her under him, her mouth parted in pleasure, his hand at her throat, whispery moans of pleases and mores. Her nails on his back, his marks littered across her skin.

"It's not real! Don't chase it!!" She was screaming but he didn't care.

He could feel it, taste it, smell it. His knuckles were white as his fell deeper into the rabbit hole. His vitals were off the charts. His heartrate was shooting up, Pentecost was screaming at the technicians for not cutting the simulation.

"Don't engage!!" She shouted again.

But Raleigh couldn't stop. He felt consumed by the false memory.