A cold breeze woke Justin. It was dawn, and the dry, frigid breath of the mountains swept down, howling into the tunnel.
He pulled his blanket tighter and shivered. He'd been having that dream again. The one he never remembered. The one that always left him feeling the same way he'd felt in the hospital after the accident. Although he couldn't remember the dream exactly this time, for some reason he was thinking about his father's record player. The one in his office that sat on a small shelf lined with vinyl albums.
A few years ago, Justin's mother had given Benjamin that record player, along with a high-quality surround sound system, for his birthday so he could play his old record collection. That collection was a curiosity to Justin. He didn't know what he'd expected his father's mus
