Gramps came back before Abby could get to the kitchen.​​

     "Who's up for another trip?" he asked.

     "We just got here, and now you want to leave again," Cathy said.

     "Why do you ask, Daddy?" Abby asked.

     "That was Anne," Gramps said. "She had a dream."

     "Your girlfriend?" Niki asked.

     "Anne belongs to nobody," Gramps replied, "but, yes, she is my friend."

     "She's the one who calls you by your first name."

     "You are very perceptive, Niki Creole."

     "Perceptive enough to know you're hiding something."

     "And what could that possibly be?"

     "I know this is going to sound odd, but..."

     "I'll say it if you don't want to," Trevor said.

     "In my dream, you...I mean, you weren't quite..."

     "Human," Trevor finished her sentence for her. "In our dream you weren't quite human, neither you nor Adam Forwarder."

     "What's Adam Forwarder got to do with anything?" Malika asked.

"His last two pictures stank, by the way."

     "Daddy?" Abby asked.

     "You are my daughter," Gramps replied as he flushed. "I remember the afternoon you were conceived, the morning you were delivered, the first time I held you in my arms."

     "Of course you do, and I love you I love you I love you, but, now that I think about it, even in my dream..."

     "To hell with the dream! I need to talk about Anne. In ​her dream, she invited us all to her home."

     "How far away is that?" Niki asked.

     "He's talking about Anne Wells," Abby said. "My kids call her Aunt Anne."

     Trevor gulped. "Another brain twisting piece of information," he said. "When you say Anne Wells, you mean the Anne Wells that's the richest woman in Seatrailia, if not the world?"

     "One and the same."

     "We're going," Malika said. "Whose car we going in?"

     "I'll put the snacks away," Abby said.

     "I'll help," Cathy said.

​CONTINUE

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