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strange dream. But... in a kind of
different way.
    “ So...” James
started out, slightly nervous. “Have had any weird dreams
lately?”
    Samira ran her fingers
through her hair, as if James’s question had made her feel slightly
uncomfortable. “Now that you’re mentioning it...” she said,
“...well, yes.”
    James raised his eyebrows
in surprise. “Really?” he said, eager to know more. Perhaps Samira
could help him find the meaning of the bizarre dream he’d had, if
he could do the same for Samira. “Tell me about it,” he said. “What
did you dream?”
    Samira looked at him.
“Please don’t think I’ve gone mad when I tell you,” she said.
“There was a dark room. And-”
    “ And a
mirror?” James finished her sentence, as Samira had to take some
time to think.
    Samira nodded. “Go on...” she said.
    “ Oh,” James
stammered, slightly surprised. “Oh- well... let me guess: you saw
yourself in the mirror, looking like one of those Guardian
characters from the book?”
    “ Yes,
exactly,” Samira said in utter surprise. “How’d you know?” It took
her a few seconds, but eventually, she came to the most “logical”
conclusion.
    “ You didn’t
have the same dream as I did, now did you?”
    James laughed nervously.
“Well, now you’re saying it that way, it sounds a bit strange,” he
said, “but yes. I had the same mirror dream. I can’t put it any
other way.”
    Samira stood up, and
brought her now empty plate to the kitchen. “I really think you
should eat something,” she shouted at her brother, who was still
sitting at the table.
    “ No thank you
once again,” he replied. “I’m still not hungry.”
    “ All right,
your choice,” Samira said as she walked back to the table. “So, is
there anything else bothering you, something you might want to talk
about?”
    James chewed his nails,
with both his elbows resting on the table. “Well... yes,” he said,
as he stood up from his chair, shoving it back underneath the
table. “One moment, I’ll be right back.”
    He rushed upstairs,
fetched the book and returned downstairs.
    “ The book?”
Samira asked, as James handed her the book. James didn’t reply, but
just opened the book on the same page as he’d done last night.
Samira threw one look at the drawings, resulting into her eyes
widening in surprise as she gasped and clasped a hand in front of
her mouth.
    “ Bu-bu-but-” she stammered. “These people- look
like- us ?”
    Her eyes shifted back up
to meet James’s, who couldn’t do anything but nod. “I’m glad I’m
not the only one who sees them,” he said, with a nervous chuckle at
the end. “I thought I was perhaps still dreaming or my mind was
still fuzzy from sleep when I saw it last night, but when I looked
again before taking the book to you, they were still the
same.”
    Samira flipped through the book. “But- how ?” she
said. “Yesterday, these drawings were still more or less random
people. And now it’s us?”
    James shrugged,
scratching the back of his head. “Trust me sis, if I knew the
answer, I would’ve given it to you already,” he said. “We should
ask the others for help on this one.”
    Samira smiled at her
younger brother; she had the exact same idea. After all, the others
were appearing on the drawings as well; something weird had
happened, and they were all in this together.
    And that meant that they also were going to have to fix
this issue – or whatever it’d turn out to be – together .
    “ Come on, we
should go right now!” James said and rushed for the
hallway.
    “ One thing,”
Samira said, as she saw her brother rush toward the hallway,
pulling his coat off the coat rack. “It’s eight o’clock in the
morning, James.”
    James looked at her; he’d completely forgot how early it
actually was. His family consisted almost entirely of morning
people, but that certainly didn’t
apply to his friends.
    “ Oh, yeah,”
James chuckled. “Forgot about that.”
    “