WHO: Ariadne & Arthur. WHAT: They talk of dreams. WHEN: Sunday Night. WHERE: Coffee Shop near Ariadne's apartment in Irvine. WARNINGS: Mentions of a stabbing and of violence in general. PG.
Ariadne was pacing. Oh God, was she pacing.
The town had buzzed from day one about the dreams everyone seemed to get, and up until the point where she had a dream of her own Ariadne just thought everyone was being kind of silly.
No one could properly warn someone just how real it would be. How hard it would be to wake up and not feel like it had happened to you. The first dream had been disjointed; even now she couldn't make sense of it.
The second dream had included Arthur. And she hoped to God that he didn't care that she was harassing him because the whole thing didn't make sense and he was likely the only person who could puzzle through it with her.