Anna stares at the trail deep in thought. She woke up very early this morning, much earlier than Popsie Reed. No one wakes earlier than him. But this morning is different. Anna feels so restless, even her locket keeps glowing endlessly. She awoke from a dream or should she say a nightmare.

In her dream, there was a terrible blanket or cloth that was suffocating her. She heard voices whispering but she couldn't recall by now what she heard in her dream. All she can remember was the feeling of not wanting to be left behind.

Does the dream have some kind of truth in it? Or is it just...