“No! Mommy! Daddy!” The yells were coming from the children’s room. Leigh forced herself to consciousness and made her way across the hall. She opened the door and pushed the old-fashioned wall button that turned on the light. Adrianwas thrashing about in his bed, whimpering and talking incoherently. “Mom?” Kamelia’s voice was sleepy. Leigh moved to Adrian and gathered him into her arms, closing her eyes to the assault of tiny fists that lashed out at her face. “Hush, baby. It’s okay. Mommy’s here.” Adrian’s struggles quieted, and then he pushed her away with a fierce shove. “They’re going to kill us all. All of us. Everywhere.” His voice sounded strangely mature, like it had been that other time. “Oh, God, it can’t be happening again,” Leigh whispered. “Who, son?” Craig asked. Leigh hadn’t heard him come in. Her heart sank. Adrian looked around frantically, as if searching for the enemy. “Them. The ones who have always been afraid of us.” Craig sat down on the bed. “When?” “Soon.” An involuntary sob escaped Leigh. “Where?” Craig asked. “Everywhere. It’ll start here, but it’ll spread. There will be no place that will be safe. It’ll be worse than the last time. It’ll even be worse than the time before that.” “Can we stop it?” Craig asked. “Perhaps,” Adrian said, and then he went limp in Leigh’s arms. “Adrian!” She began to shake him. Slowly Adrian opened sleepy eyes. “Mommy?” His voice was small and confused. She clutched him protectively to her bosom. “It’s okay now.” Craig gave her a hard look. “This has happened before?” Tears filled Leigh’s eyes. Without really understanding why, she had been afraid of him finding out. But it was too late now. She nodded. “The same vision?” “No, he saw the plane crash. He saw your father and brother die. He spoke their names. He had never even heard their names before.” She moaned. “Maybe this time it was just a dream?” “Let’s hope so.” He paused for a moment before he left the room. “You should have told me about this sooner, Leigh.” She tried to read Craig’s face and tone of voice, but couldn’t decipher them. She could only tell that he was disturbed . . . with her, with Adrian, with the message Adrian had delivered, she wasn’t sure. She considered her son’s words and decided that this time it probably was just a nightmare. As Leigh gently rocked Adrian in her arms, she glanced at the old scar on her finger and thought about nightmares—those that were only dreams, and those that came true.
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