The man in the booth leaned forward and placed a small piece of the paper in Zya"s outstretched hand. She took the paper, closed her hand, and the whole incident had passed in a matter of moments. As Zya finished speaking the woman ceased to lecture Lorn, and the whole incident was lost to the couple in the booth. She felt not quite herself and yet again found that Lorn, who kept an eye out for any pursuers, was guiding her. When they got outside, he did not lessen the pace, but spoke in a voice that reeked of confusion. “Okay, do you want to tell me what that was all about?”
Zya tried to frame distant memories into words. “I had a dream once that I was outside a building, and that I would enter, and seek out a man. I would say something to him, he would say something to me and hand me an
