Nate was exhausted from his busy day at work, so the moment his head touched the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep. In his dream he was in the meadow at Hillside Museum working to clear the walking trail. He looked up to see her standing at the end of the path, ethereal in her flowing purple cape.
“I told you I would come,” she said. “Didn’t you believe me?”
She sounded just as he imagined. He moved toward her, his eyes never leaving her face. “No, I didn’t believe you. I don’t believe any of this. Why are you here?”
“You are my soul mate, my one love throughout time. Together we are complete,” she replied.
Nate touched her cheek and felt the start of a memory, just out of reach.
He closed his eyes trying to pull it forward, then felt the touch of her lips on his and breathed the scent of lilacs. An image from the past flickered in his mind, then disappeared.
“You are my chosen one,” she said. “And I need your help.”
"I can't even help myself," he said grimly, pulling himself back. "What makes you think I can help you?"