Sky and Logan are fighting. A major altercation that would look amazing on the big screen and would leave me eagerly munching on popcorn and wanting more if it was just some movie plot. But no. This is happening right before my eyes. The two of them, at the spot where I meet my customers near the river.

I run across the street, pushing through busy passersby who don't seem to care about what's going on a few feet away from them. But I care, and I won't let this happen.

"What's going on?" I shout.

The two of them separate, but only for a split second.

"You're a liar!" Logan shouts at Sky, but Sky's eyes are wild with fury – and he doesn't reply.

And then they're back at it, and I'm screaming. So loudly that I wake myself up.

I'm panting and dripping with sweat as I stare up at the ceiling.

Sky is back in my dreams again even though I don't want him there. I'm furious and mumble "stay out of my dreams" as if Sky can hear me. Then I realize I sound completely nuts and tell myself this is not Sky controlling my dreams. This is just me, Cass, having a weird dream.

But the dream continues the next night, and then the next. Each time a few more frames are added, a few more seemingly meaningless grunts or words. And then, the last night I hear two full accusations, one from each man.

"You're trying to drive her crazy." Logan spits the words out in a fury.

"And you're trying to destroy her," Sky says as the dream pushes me out and back to reality.

**

"Isn't that weird?" I say to Logan after telling him about the dream. I didn't tell him that Sky is a real person who I recently met. I didn't even say he's been in my other dreams. I just said, "I had a bizarre dream last night" and then told him about that particular one.

"Jeez, Cass, isn't this reason enough to stop all the memory catcher stuff?" He stirs his cereal as we sit face to face over breakfast at the café down the street.

"Why?" I ask in genuine amazement. "Why would I want to stop? This doesn't have anything to do with my memory catcher life."

"It kind of does, because it's more crazy drama. If you forgot about all of these assignments, and your powers, you could focus on daily life – and I'm sure your dreams wouldn't be so disturbing."

"As if no one else ever had nightmares." I roll my eyes. I shouldn't have expected much insight from Logan. A pang in my heart suddenly brings a thought to mind. Is this a hint of how Nol felt when my father turned his back on her world and on us?

I get up in a fury. "Look, maybe we should just spend some time apart."

"Where did that come from?"

"I need someone who understands my struggles and who accepts me the way I am, Logan."

"Oh Cass." He takes my hands and guides me back to the seat, facing him. "Come on. I didn't mean it that way. I do accept you. Look, why don't I come back over for a few days, and that should get your mind moving in another direction, OK? We've already spent plenty of time apart. Don't be angry."

I sigh. "I'm not angry. We're still together. But no, you're not moving in just yet. I need to work through these problems. Will you wait for me?"

"Yeah, you know I will, Cass." He pulls me closer and presses his lips to my forehead. I'm feeling calmer now, and the dream – or dreams – seem far away. They're no longer a threat to my sanity. At least not right now.