"Hey!" someone barked. A man.

​     They ignored him, at first. They were in the middle of the city, after all. People called to each other all the time. It blended in with all the other sounds of the metropolis. 

     But, then,

     "Niki! Trevor! Over here!"

     A shiver ran along the spines of Niki, Malika, and Trevor.

     They looked to see who'd called Niki and Trevor's name.

     A car sat at the curb.

     A man sat behind the wheel.

     That's one old looking man, Malika thought. Sparse, white hair. Wrinkles everywhere. Skin as pale as bleached paper.

     Niki and Trevor looked like they'd been zapped by stun-guns.

     "Gramps," they said at the same time.

​     "Don't tell me, let me guess," Malika said. "He was in your dream last night too, wasn't he?"

     "It's a little hard to explain," Trevor said.

     "It's not like he was actually in my dream," Niki said. "It's that the Niki in my dream knew..."

​     "You getting in or not?" Gramps asked.

CONTINUE