The Continental Council hearing on Institute oversight was scheduled for three weeks out.
Three weeks to prepare a defense of our independence while rebuilding credibility after the bias crisis. Three weeks while Gregory's coalition circulated a petition demanding "accountability measures for quasi-governmental reform organizations."
I was reviewing legal briefs when Ash appeared in my office doorway, holding Sir Fluffington and looking unusually serious.
"Mama, I had the dream again."
My attention snapped from the documents. "The one about the fire?"
"No. The new one. About the lady with silver hair." He climbed into the chair across from my desk, Sir Fluffington clutched tight. "She says she's family. She says she needs help."
The prophetic dreams had been increasing in frequency.
