245 - Dreams and Almost five-year-olds

"Minis. Where are you? Minis!" Someone is calling me, looking for me. I know that. The Imperium is looking for me. 2nd Amitzas is looking for me. I'm looking for me. Who I am now I don't know. "Minis." The voices are far away but they are persistent. More than one. Men and women both. Who would be looking for me? Who would want me? I don't even want me, really. A millwheel