When I woke up this morning, I instantly called my brother Michael to check on him. He had died in my dreams and I just needed to make sure he was fine. I realize it's an irrational reaction, but something in me needed to hear his voice to know he was alright.
My dreams seemed to move faster this time, I went through my whole childhood, was a code breaker in Bletchley Park, almost got married to a Fred Wells, then Micheal's death prompt me to not getting married and join British counter-intelligence.