Initially, Juliet had admitted to having shared his dream-scape. And he had been the one to reassure her that they couldn't be anything more than remnants of a film or television show, or pictures from somebody's tropical vacation. Of course, that had been before he'd been visited by his daughter's dream-ghost.
Now, however, she refused to even discuss the dreams. She had constructed an impenetrable wall. But Ben knew he'd helped her build it, handed her those bricks...
"You know, before this all happened, everything was so good." He shook his head. "We were about to adopt. I think she must have cancelled everything. I got an email from the agency."
For a few moments, he was quiet. He thought over the questions the doctor had asked before. The odds of getting Juliet in the office together were slim to none, he felt. At least, it wouldn't be happening any time soon. He could barely get her on the phone. "I think I'd like to see you alone for a while..."
He paused again, though briefly. "But there is something else."
Ben reached into his back pocket. He removed a crumbled piece of red paper. The target from the firing range, the one with the ten killing shots. He handed it to the doctor. "I wasn't going to tell you about this part. Not yet. In my dreams, I'm an excellent marksman. Before this day, I'd never held a gun before in my life."
Ben gave him some time to examine the paper. He knew Dr. Smith would be able to figure out just what was so disconcerting about it. "I have a theory, and it terrifies me."