"Yeah," he says, not seeing a connection beyond that. Maybe it's a little strange that they'd both dreamt about the same situation in the same night, but they spend so much of their time together, it's only natural that their brains might work in similar ways.

"Yeah, I dreamt that, and then I dreamt that you were there, in this..." He shrugs, not knowing how to explain the room, how to describe the sense of dread it had given him. Saying it was a room empty except for a pool table doesn't ascribe nearly the fear to it that it had caused him. "A room," he says, "And you showed up in it. And these two guys were chasing us."