Dream Logic

“You only get one shot,” the man with the cigar says, “Make it count.” The burning stub illuminates his grizzled face.

Cesar Rodriguez looks down to a pistol is cradled in his grip. He never asks the obvious question: Where did the gun come from? Cesar aims. If he stopped to think about it, he would not have remembered how he knew where the target was, either.

“What’re you waiting for?” the man with the cigar asks. “Shoot!”

The target falls to the ground, but Cesar does not hear the shot.

Cesar realizes the man with the cigar has no name.