Early in the morning, Monika was already up. Restless night was reflected on her face. Windows were showing a fake sunny morning. When she opened one of them, she faced darkness.
Downstairs, on the ground floor, everyone was more or less ready to go. They wished her a good morning when she came down, finalizing their preparations. She approached Dion who was stuffing his bag with books.
- You'll carry books?
- I believe knowledge will come in handy as always. You seem tired. Rough night?
- Horrible night. I need to talk to you.
They left the room while the others were still preparing.
- I'm listening.
- He came to my dream last night, he... Showed me things.
- What things?
Her eyes were suddenly filled with tears, as if she had lost her family day
