By this time, James Black finally asked, "What happened later?"
While he spoke, James's palm gently patted Jane Sampson on the back.
"Later..." Later he died.
But Jane Sampson couldn't utter a word of this sentence that was caught in her mouth.
"Later I woke up," said Jane. "The dream felt so real. Real enough that I can remember everything that happened in those days in the dream. James, do you think it could be some kind of warning? Sometimes dreams are just inexplicable things."
"Dreams are just dreams," James's voice was calm, "It's only a dream. If you feel afraid, talk about it and then you can forget it."
James turned on the room's electric light and looked down at Jane Sampson. Sure enough, her eyes were red.
"I'll go make you a cup of milk," he sighed softly.
Jane sniffled and pulled James back, "No need, let's sleep!"
She knew James would not believe her. A few words, a dream, who would believe that?
