“I had been dreaming about, um…the encounter that I had had a few days prior with the waitress. It was in my room at the Renaissance near the CN Tower. I guess I traveled back to the same room, which was obviously occupied by a new guest. Man, I hope they comped her stay!”

“And I thought my dreams were wild!” Tim said, before breaking into a gale of laughter.

Marcus’ face contorted with wistful nostalgia.

“Not all of them were bad dreams—or weird ones. Some were…special.”

Tim was intrigued.

“If falling asleep in one spot and waking up in a completely different one doesn’t qualify as special, I can’t wait to hear what does!”

“Well…they were dreams of Ms. Johannsen.”

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