Raven
sits at a desk in the library pouring over tome after tome of
recorded dreams. For hour upon hour he reads, sighs once in a while,
grunts occasionally. Most of what he reads makes no sense at all,
which is what he expects, but after a time he begins to see a
pattern. He confirms this to himself when he thinks he knows what
elements the next dream will contain. His prediction is correct, and
suddenly the pattern is very clear.
The
guide, meanwhile, is off with the librarian, taking a tour and
finding out as much as he can.
“Remarkable,”
Raven says as he closes the final book, “She never had a dream of
her own.”
