Dreams Confirm

"Uh, yes, praise God! ...Did they catch the killer, do you know?"

"No! The police believe it's more than one person! So these maniacs are still loose!"

"Thanks, Mrs. Cloverly, but I have to call my family. Goodbye."

Immediately, I called Missy, but I got no answer. I call her back to back to back—still nothing. I call my brother, he answers.

"Tim! Have you talked to Missy!"

"No. What's wrong?"

"Tristan--I mean, someone massacred my neighborhood!"

"What?"

"Yes! Please find Missy and have her call me at once!"

I'm heading back to Maine, but my flight doesn't leave until tomorrow afternoon. Now, at an airport hotel restaurant, the world news is playing this gruesome massacre nonstop. As I sit traumatized because Missy still hasn't called, someone taps me.

"May I join you?" He asks.

Startled, I nod yes. Chucking, he greets, "Hi, I'm David, and you are?"

"Jade."

"Nice to meet you."

I allow him to join me, but my eyes are fixed on the television. "Horrible, what happened there, huh?" he as