In the nights that followed the formation of our new team, a familiar dream from my past had come back to haunt me. Only it wasn’t the dream I had hoped it would be, the one I wanted to memorize every detail of. This one came with the rain and a woman standing atop of that building downtown. She held her blue baby, crying out while the dream played over and over on repeat in my mind. Her screaming had burned itself into my mind, haunting me every time I closed my eyes. Every morning I made the same notes in the journal I now kept next to Alex’s bed, and never could I make any sense of it, but somehow it had to be important. Why this dream? Why now? Was the baby somehow connected to all of this? Could the baby have been Matt?
It was our final week of school, which meant we spent the major
