David got up, crossed the room and stood at the window and peered into the darkness. He had previously come to the conclusion that the worst dreams that they are capable of terrible way to distort time. In the dream he always needed ten minutes to pull out a pistol from his holster and fired, even though he knew that in fact he has spent on it for a fraction of a second. And vice versa - enough of a second on a string of strange events. In the dream, David always knew that he had to do, he always had an alternative, he could recognize the consequences. It was time for something to ponder whether he was going to shoot to just knock the sword from the hand of Julian, or to kill him.