Nick had told her he could track anyone anywhere in the world. If he remembered her visit to his dream he could find her. The contact had been so brief, only a moment, really, when she had found him dreaming and called for help. He was startled awake so quickly that she did not know if he understood. She had not found him asleep since then. Dreams were fragile things and a jarring from slumber could shatter them as surely as fine china thrown to a concrete floor. Please, Nick, come for me. He could not see her astral body, but she could see him. A visit now might tell her if he understood. She found him running across a parking lot in the near darkness. Pools of blue fluorescent light illuminated the rows of cars. She glanced down and saw the numbers carefully painted at each spot. Nick dashed past her, toward a black SUV, drawing up short to check the key he held in his hand. The streetlight beyond where he now stood buzzed and then winked out. The next light followed and then the third.
