​     Gramps drove a decades old Ford Focus.​

     Trevor sat with Gramps up front.

     Malika and Niki sat in back.

     "It's like I know you, but I don't," Trevor said.

     "I think we're all feeling that," Gramps said.

     "I'm not," Malika said.

     "Where are you taking us?" Niki asked.

     "Nowhere sinister, I promise," Gramps replied. "I live with my daughter and her husband. My granddaughter, Alison, lives with us, as well. We're not going far. We live in town, too."

     "How'd you know where and when to come pick us up?" Niki asked.

     When Gramps didn't respond, Trevor said, "You have grandchildren. Three of them, right? A boy and two girls."

     "I generally take a nap after I have breakfast," Gramps said. "I had a dream this morning."

     "And what did you dream about?" Malika asked. "Pirate queens?"

     "Giant toads?" Trevor asked.

     "A dozen different aliens coming at you all at once?" Niki asked.

     "My dream concerned me coming to pick the three of you up in front of that Starbucks," Gramps replied.

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