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XAVIER.
O’NEILL.
> Henry’s blood pounded in his head as he woke. His body hurt, and he couldn’t move.
“Henry? You copacetic?” Evie’s face swam into view.
“Yeah. Rough… landing.” He felt as if he might vomit. “Where’s… where’s Ling?”
“I’m here. I couldn’t get inside the dream.” She didn’t sound happy about it.
Henry gagged. He had sweated through his shirt.
“Here. Hold on.” Memphis laid hands on Henry’s arms, and soon, Henry’s sickness began to subside.
“Thanks,” he said, gingerly rotating his arms.
“Hen, you sure you’re jake? You scared me,” Theta said, sitting at his side.
“Yeah. I think so.”
“What happened? What did you see?” Evie asked.
Henry took in a few deep breaths. “I wasn’t just an observer in somebody else’s dream. This time, I was actually inside the dreamer’s body. Sort of a kidnapping.”
“Has that ever happened to you before?” Memphis asked.
Henry shook his head. It still hurt a little. “I saw terrible things. Worse, I was living them. And I was powerless to stop them. Except that, as I said, I wasn’t me. I was someone else.” Henry looked over at Evie. “I’m fairly certain that I was having James’s dream.”
There was a whine in Evie’s ears, as if she were on the verge of fainting. She steadied herself by grabbing the edge of the table. “But you said that Ling wasn’t with you.”
“Right,” Ling said, and Evie could see from the look on her face that it was dawning on her, too.
“And… when you dream walk, you only see the living. So how…?” Evie trailed off, letting Sam say what she couldn’t seem to manage.
“How’s that? James is dead.”
Henry nodded. “I know. And dead men don’t dream.”
How could Henry have experienced James’s dream? That was impossible. Unless James was still alive. But he’d been killed during the war. Evie had seen it in Luther’s memories. Hadn’t she?
“Are you sure?” Evie asked.
“I… I don’t know. But I’ve never walked in a dead person’s dream before.”
“Suppose it could’ve been Ling’s doing, then?” Memphis suggested.
“But I couldn’t get inside the dream with Henry,” she answered. And the dead aren’t speaking to me right now.
Memphis put a hand on Henry’s shoulder. “Evie was right beside you. Could you have been picking up on her emotions somehow, living through her memories?”
“I’m telling you: I was in his body, living his dream.”
Evie nestled closer to Henry and looped her arm through his. “What do you remember?”
Henry blinked up at the ceiling. “A house—brick foursquare with Irish lace curtains at the windows, a side porch off the kitchen.”
“That sounds like our house!”
