He hadn’t slept much the previous night, unable to force away the thoughts of Simon Usher or, more particularly, of Sammi and Jo. He cast a wary glance at them as if fearing that they would somehow know the extent of his nocturnal flight of fantasy.More secrets.Behind Mason, the twelve class members worked away quietly and efficiently and the teacher finally made his way back towards his own desk where he sat down and regarded each of the pupils individually.Sammi was sitting re-reading what she’d already written while Jo was hunched over her work scribbling away.They don’t look that much different to how they looked in your dream, do they? Except they’re wearing clothes this time.Mason tried to push the thoughts from his mind. He concentrated on the other members of the class, gazing at each one in turn. He wasn’t totally surprised when he saw that Andrew Latham was sitting with his hands clasped on his stomach gazing back at him.‘Have you finished, Andrew?’ Mason asked.‘About five minutes ago, sir,’ Latham answered.‘Then perhaps you could read the next chapter while everyone else finishes.
