Lucas tore his gaze from Eden and turned to look at his cousin when she returned, seeing her pallor and expression, "You look like you've seen a ghost, Sammy. What's wrong?"
"No, not a ghost, but I just had a dream come true," Sam corrected shakily, "A nightmare, actually. This morning, I dreamed about one of my old cases."
She looked at Luke, who she remembered had shown up in her dream, that morning, "Timothy Hudson, also known as Mr. Whippy - He used to drive around in his ice cream truck, kidnap children, sexually abuse them, then murder them. I was the prosecutor. He was sentenced to serve several consecutive life sentences with no possibility of parole. Only, he never made it to prison. Someone ran the prison bus off the road, forced them to drive into a wall, then they came on board and released a bunch of the prisoners, Hudson among them... He was never caught."
She paused, took a moment to compose her thoughts, "This morning a wrecked prison bus appeared in Mysteria. A Montana prison bus. The same prison bus I was dreaming about this morning. The prison guards were killed, and eight convicts escaped."
Lucas stared at his cousin. He knew the case she was talking about, it was one that had haunted her nightmares since it happened, probably because it remained unresolved. This was just weird, though. And exactly the kind of thing he'd been sent to investigate.
"Montana prison bus appearing in Mysteria, North Dakota. That would be my jurisdiction - I'm a special agent with the FBI," He explained briefly for Eden and Spencer's benefit, "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to take a rain check on lunch and go investigate. Another time?"