After searching the internet, Trisha looked at Brad, sitting next to her in the cramped office. They'd found nothing. Not one article.

"We could ask my parents some questions," he suggested.

Remembering the fear on her father's face when she'd brought up the dreams, she shook her head. "I don't think we should involve anyone unless we have to. What about the library? They might have old articles from the Rapids Gazette."

Now out of print, the small town paper ...