Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose, willing his pulse to settle.
He wanted to dismiss Anna's rambling as nothing more than drunken nonsense, but he could not. Not when every word she spoke had mirrored the dreams that kept haunting him. The same fragments he had seen a few days ago. The same scenes that visited him again last night and left him uneasy, questioning what they meant.
He had tried ignoring them. He had even brushed them off after Jason insisted he should start therapy and get help before he spiraled.
At first Daniel assumed it was Jason's gentle way of saying he was losing his grip on reality. That neither Henry nor Jason believed him when he spoke about rebirth or memories that were not supposed to be his.
Yet the dreams continued. It no longer mattered if he was stressed or calm or exhausted. They came anyway. And each one left him more restless than the last.
