"I'd love to." Bethany put a hand on Graham's arm, "I should probably do the same, even if mine aren't as wild or wacky as yours seem to be."
What if they really were these people?
"Can I ask you something? What do you think it means if the people ..." Bethany trailed off, then started again, "I dreamed Carver was killed, by some kind of ogre. Our mum dreamed it was me, and so did Carver."