"Peter." Violet said carefully unsure of what was happening. It didn't make any sense, he certainly seemed scared but- Then it had hit her. Violet had been warned about odd dreams. Sometimes people could dream about their home, something that happened in their futures and it was possible that their brains could be flooded with new memories.
Was that happening now? Was Peter seeing into his future?
Quickly she rushed to his side when he fell back in his seat. "I believe you. I've heard of something like this happening." Her voice was soft, she didn't particularly enjoy telling him that she was sure that he was right about his dream. This had to be one of the worst dreams in the history of dreams.
"I'm so sorry, Peter." Violet wasn't sure what she could say. There's nothing that could make him feel better, not now. "You [...] you're here now and a lot of your friends are too. And those that aren't, they can still come there, there's always that chance." She reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder. "What can I do? Do you need me to find someone?"