And so I could. I had heard the voices of Sir John, the footman, the cooks and, most importantly, my friend George. My dreams were becoming more real. I was beginning to be a part of them. The feeling of happiness I had felt at the kitchen table with the endless supply of food before me lingered on as I lay in my bed that morning. I had never been so happy. The warmth, the food, the friendship had all been so real and immediate that I missed them now that I was awake. For the first time since they had begun, I wished I were back in my dreams. I knew now I had been in London, England, but when? Who was James Fitzjames? What was Sir John about to do? I began to think back over my dreams. What clues did I have? Obviously, my dream world was a long time ago. There were no cars, only horse-drawn carriages, and the clothes and language were antiquated. Then it came to me. Jumping out of bed, I ran over to where my school books lay in a disorganized heap. There was one there from my English class that might help.
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