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“What do you believe?”
    Wasley blinked and quickly wiped away the small, unformed tears that hung on the outer edges of his eyes. “Me?” he asked, surprised. “Well, because of recent developments, I’m more inclined to believe the legend of Phineas. But I can’t say for certain.”
    â€œWhat developments?” Ian let his hands fall into his lap as he leaned forward.
    â€œIt seems that other people are having the same nightmare as you.” The moment after Wasley spoke, the fine hairs on Ian’s arms and the back of his neck stood on end as a wave of gooseflesh spread across his being. The statement was charged with a static energy.
    â€œReally? Who?” Ian experienced a moment of clarity. The conversation provided the missing piece to a question that Ian’s mind had been straining to find for the past day. He had wanted to feel validated and to know that he didn’t stand alone in that grassy field.
    â€œWord has come to me of other people. I’m not surprised you haven’t heard the rumor. You...” Wasley paused and attempted to find an appropriate phrase, but appeared to have failed, and resorted to shaking his head.
    â€œSince I never leave the house?” Ian smiled. He knew his instructor wanted to avoid stating Ian’s situation so plainly.
    â€œWell, yeah.” Wasley regained his composure. “Anyway, there’s someone I know who is a member of many circles and knows many people.” He looked around as if the kitchen had suddenly become unsafe for such conversation. “Some people don’t even use the Somnium, or have stopped using it since having that dream. They believe that Phineas did, in fact, warn the world and, furthermore, is trying to warn us again.” The professor shifted uncomfortably in the wooden chair and placed his elbows on the table. “I didn’t really give the notion much thought, but now I’m ready to open my mind to the possibility of an oncoming disaster.”
    Ian nodded slowly. “Who are these people?”
    â€œI’ve never met any of them personally, only the guy who told me about them.” Wasley produced a scrap of paper and slid it toward Ian. “He calls himself Prophet.”
    Ian took the paper and unfolded it to see: Prophet 3:00
    P.M. hastily scrawled at the top above some numbers and words that looked like directions. “What’s this?”
    â€œI’ve talked to him and he agreed to meet with you tomorrow. That’s the address where he’ll be, it’s a small coffee shop located about a block away.”
    Ian folded up the piece of paper and stuffed it into the pocket of his blue jeans. “How am I getting there and are you going to come with me?”
    Wasley smiled. “By walking, and no.”
    â€œWalking? I don’t know how to find the address!” Ian’s palms immediately became moist, and left more smudges on the table as they slammed down on its surface. “You need to go with me!”
    Wasley rose from the chair and then placed his hands on Ian’s shoulders. “Calm down, Ian, this is your choice.”
    â€œWhat do you want me to do?” He asked, letting his shoulders slump.
    â€œLike I said, I want you to make the choice. You have all night to think about it.”
    Ian nodded his head and rose to follow his professor to the living room. “Mr. Wasley?”
    He turned around to face Ian. “Yes?”
    â€œWhy are you taking an interest in this? Why does it matter to you, especially if you don’t know if it’s actually true or not?” Ian’s voice cracked as he said the last syllable.
    â€œRemember when I told you that I don’t experience much excitement in my life anymore?” A smile spread across his face as he explained, “I think it’s pretty exciting. Plus, if an earthquake was to destroy the city I live in, I think my other reason is