I’m still on the plane, but the shaking and jolting has stopped. I look out the window at the darkness blanketing the airport and then at the empty seats around me. We’ve landed, and everyone has vacated the plane, including Jax. “Gee, thanks for waking me up, guys.” I stretch my arms above my head and yawn before collecting my bag from under the seat and getting to my feet. Thoughts of the trippy dream linger in my mind as I make my way up the aisle and off the plane. I blame it on the Otium. While I’ve never had it before, witches’ potions can have strange side effects, like the time Jayse and I accidentally ate suckers his mom laced with Rabidus Primula to use for a Keeper mission. Jayse and I ended up losing touch with reality and running back and forth across the field for ten hours straight until we were so exhausted we passed out. Still, as I find my way into the quiet airport, I can’t shake the feeling of how real the dream felt, that my grandpa Lucas really did show up to warn me I’m in danger.
