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, ...