Chapter Five John zippered his duffel bag and cast a final glance around his apartment, hoping he’d remembered everything. He thought about calling Dr. Morris again, but how could he explain why he had to leave so suddenly? In the end, he understood that Morris would never believe him, not completely. Hell, he’d barely come to terms with it himself. Could he even really call it belief, if it was founded on the dreams he’d had the night before, dreams he was convinced had been somehow planted in his thoughts by Mahuk? He wished he could be certain that the dreams had really been revelations, confirmations of the facts Mahuk had told him the day before. Because if he was wrong, and this leap of faith he was taking turned out to be a wild-goose chase . . . Well, then so be it. He would slink back to the university with his tail between his legs, looking like a fool. But the chance to find out the truth about the old legends, to know for sure whether they were real or not .
