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met Emma, Rob knew she wasn't exactly crazy either. So he didn't think they were making all this up, especially as Jess was so reluctant to talk about it, or even think about it.  
    He had wondered about a mass delusion, but when he did some research, collective delusions usually involved the same idea. Matt, Emma, and Jess all had different experiences. Plus, he'd have known if Matt had mental issues, wouldn't he?
    His gaze skimmed the pool, and he felt a moment of panic when he couldn't see Chris. He was about to stand but then saw Chris leaving for the lockers, so he slouched back down in his seat, dropping his head into his hands.
    A half hour later, Rob threw his bag into his locker, slammed the door, and locked it. He left the gym and headed straight for Altenchester. When he walked into the pub, he saw Matt at the bar and walked his way.
    "You look like shite, mate."
    Rob glared at him and waved at the barmaid. "Pint, please." He turned back to glare at Matt again. "You'd look like this, too, if you'd had as little sleep as I have over the last two nights." Rob ran a hand across his chin. He thought with all the extra time he had with not sleeping he'd have had time to shave. Knowing his luck right then, though, he'd probably slice his cheek open, or worse.
    "Why don't we get a table?" Matt asked, nodding in the direction of a quiet corner of the pub. As soon as Rob sat down, Matt started. "Why can't you sleep? It's not your dad, is it?"
    Rob shook his head and downed a quarter of his pint. "Why would it be my dad? I doubt I'll ever hear from him again." He rubbed the back of his neck and then leaned in closer to Matt. "How can you sit there so bloody calmly? You don't know what the hell is going on, but you act like everything is fine. You were attacked. Emma was attacked." Matt's cheeks turned red, and Rob knew he'd overstepped the mark, but he didn't know what to do.
    "Of course, everything's not bloody fine. When I think of ... of it attacking Emma, it makes me insane. And now Jess might be involved. You might be." Matt let out a loud, slow breath. "But what can I do, except try and keep them both safe while we try to figure out what the hell is going on. What do you want me to do?"
    Matt was almost shouting at that point, and Rob dropped his head, staring into his pint. What did he want Matt to do? "Just ... tell me this is real, that I'm not going crazy."
    Matt let out a huff, which sounded like a laugh. "You've always been crazy, mate."
    Rob looked up at Matt, saw his smile, and felt his shoulders relax.
    "If you're crazy, Rob, then welcome to the club. Do you think Ems is crazy? Or Jess?"
    Rob shook his head.  
    "They're not. You're not. We're just in a crazy situation that we will get ourselves out of. Somehow."
    Rob nodded as his fingers pulled at the hair on the back of his neck. "I can't stop thinking about what Jess told us. I mean, how could I? She's seen me dying, twice, in her visions. What if it's like a premonition or something?" Rob saw Matt's hesitation and wondered if he’d had the same thoughts. Emma had a vision about James dying, and he showed up weeks later, laid out in a vault.
    Matt shook his head but took a sip of his beer before answering. "I don't think they can be taken literally. Jess saw James alive and chasing her, so ..."
    Rob couldn't argue with that, but it was so confusing and—although he'd never admit it out loud—a bit scary. He didn't want to think about himself dying, especially not by a spear, or a bloody wolf. "I keep thinking about James. Both Emma and Jess saw him, and now he's missing. Emma saw him at the hall, and Jess saw him at his cottage. Has anyone looked for him there?"
    "Believe me, if he were at Altenbury Hall, my parents would have told me or Jess by now. No one has access to James's place, so how could he be there?"
    "People have been known to break into houses. Whoever killed James knows the family history, the family places. Emma's visions led you to him,