Kapitel 418: Chapter 418: Nightmare

The light of day helped me gain some perspective, wiping away my fear and making me doubt what I'd dreamed.

"You've dreamed before," Charlotte said over a steaming cup of the thickest coffee I'd ever choked on. She insisted on making her own, our American brew just too weak for her Old World tastes. "And those dreams have been warnings, foreshadowings."

It was kind of nice to have someone in my life who actually believed me when I said something was happening. And yet, I found myself shaking my head as I slid into the seat at the head of the table, my back to the basement door, and toyed with my glass of orange juice. "I dreamed about falling on Demonicon," I said. "If this was some kind of warning, why did I have the same nightmare at the end of it?"