I hated sharing the decision-making with her. I looked at Femi, who looked weak, but not as weak as she had before. “You want to sit around here and wait or find the dream demon.”She grinned, pupils contracting. “I am never too hurt to kick ass. Let’s do it.”I helped her up and headed for the front of the park. I had a guess where the demon would be if this was the same park from my dream. The house on top of the hill was still there, just as I remembered it, towering down over the park in its abandoned glory. The windows were boarded shut, the paint was chipped and peeling, and it still had the overwhelming feeling of loneliness.I didn’t fuss over Femi. She looked better when she was moving and doing something, so I hoped this would keep her sharper for longer. She still moved up the hill with catlike stealth, but she was a tad slower than normal. One of her hands was always hovering over her side. I waited at the bottom of the steps for her to catch up. When she got there, we took the creaky, dry, rotting steps one at a time.
