_{[He's silent for a second, then makes an attempt at taking charge of the situation. It's paler than usual, but it's there.]}

Do you remember I told you I'd seen you before you arrived? You and Gandhina. In a dream.

It's happened roughly every half year. Three days with only faint memories of what went on in them. Things both familiar and strange.

_{[Both good and bad. And they didn't stick around, which was, in some ways, reassuring. In others, well.]}

So far the things I've seen have only ever happened during those days. No one can explain it. Yes, I do think whatever evil I saw followed us.

_{[But ...]}