Jane supposed she could understand the reluctance to pretend they were friends. How well could any child know another? And they were grown women now, with lives of their own. Secrets. Jane had to guess that maybe she was more inclined to treat these people as more than strangers because she probably knew them better than they had ever knew her. How many people could delve into another's subconscious as they slept and see them at their most vulnerable? No one had ever interfered with her dreams... that she knew of, anyway.
"Oh, I don't know what I'm doing yet," Jane admitted, looking over at Nicole. "I felt a strange desire to come back. I'm staying at the Inn right now, but who knows. Maybe I'll decide to stay for a while." Jane smiled at the quiet parking lot. "Crowds and noise don't really appeal to me. I always liked Point Pleasant. I like recognizing faces when I walk down the street." She sipped her coffee again and wished she hadn't. It was definitely cold now. "What brought you back?"