“Suggestion? Like hypnotists use, you mean? You think that's it? Honestly?”
“If it was real, how come we just ran through it?”
He looked around the dining area, his eyes sweeping over the people and their faces. Happy, thoughtful, sad. None seemed afraid. But fear was what his face showed, he felt sure. “I know it was real. You don't just think up things like that. You know it, too.” He looked at her. “You're just too afraid to admit it.”
Sarah reached out her hand and very gently laid it over his. “Jamie… Maybe you're right, I don't know, but what I do know is we must find out what all of this means. Your dreams led us to that place. What we found in the library confirmed everything. But why do you keep having those dreams? Are they a message, a cry for help… what?”
“I don't know, Sar
