The second Brady opened his eyes, he knew he was in one of his mystery woman dreams. He stood atop a crested hill, overlooking the meadow, and Kaida's form was a mirage in the distance by the cliffs.

Except something was very, very off this time. For starters, everything was in black and white, including him. He had on the blue flannel pants and white tee he'd fallen asleep in, but there wasn't a trace of color. Like a cheesy fifties sitcom. Second, it was cold. As in, arctic. ...