He didn't realize. Somehow she expected him to just know, ridiculous as that was. She needed to tell him, though, before they got too far out of the area. If her father was sitting at home just fine and this had all been because of some silly dream, he might be sore about having dropped everything.
"I don't know," she said, curling up in the seat. "Maybe. Probably. He.. I had another dream." She bit her lower lip, glancing out the window. If he wanted to stop now, he could. He'd been furious with her in the dream. "A car hit him and I couldn't do anything." Her voice sounded so small and helpless. "I just have to see him."