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I’m right here,” Kalan said from the window seat.  The curtains were pulled open and the rain was coming down in sheets against the glass.  I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arms over my head.
    “What time is it?”  I said, yawning.
    “It’s 10:30.”
    “Oh my God, I’m late for class!  I’ll have to weave back to 8:00 . Why didn’t you wake me?”
    “You needed the rest, and w e’re not going to school today,” he said nonchalantly and tossed the book he had been reading aside.
    My body felt like someone had pummeled me in my sleep.  The knots in my back were only equaled by the pounding in my head.  My quick assessment of my physical state allowed me to concede without much of an argument.
    “Okay, that works for me.” Kalan crossed the room and manifested a cup of coffee in his hands as he reached me.
    “Thank you babe ,”  I said, wrapping my hands around the warm cup and inhaling the strong brew. “You always take such good care of me.  Did you get any sleep, or have you sat there up all night?”
    “I slept some, but I was more concerned that you did so I watched over you.”
    “I’m so lucky to have you in my life Kalan.”  He came to sit beside me on the bed and kissed me on my forehead.
    “No, I’m the lucky one.  How many girls would rescue their guy from the grave? I’m so proud of your strength Jo, and I know you are scared right now, but I promise you, we’ll get through this together.”
    … How many girls would rescue their guy from the grave?   I found myself completely distracted by that question.  As Kalan continued talking, I looked away toward the window and another memory slapped me so hard I had to fist the blankets in my palms to keep my composure.  It wasn’t an actual memory, it was a nightmare…and Kalan was in it.  He was so loud and he was right in my face.  Demanding, insisting, and he just kept shouting the same thing over and over, “Tell me!” It’s strange the way dreams can shift because the only other thing that I could remember was me having dinner at a really nice restaurant with Kessler.
    I pushed the thought of that dream away and tried to focus on what Kalan was saying.  Dear God, no wonder I was feeling so distant from him.  My dreams were not just consuming my subconscious; they were absolutely making me batty!  If I was disappearing, I was probably pulling some sort of amateur weaving stunt.  I wouldn’t be surprised if we learned I was doing the supernatural equivalent to sleep walking!  I mean, it hadn’t taken more than me having a brief thought about the beach that night to pull Kessler with me.  Oh, hell no.  I wasn’t going to think about that right now.  Just wasn’t going to happen.  I snapped my head back to the moment and focused on my man.
    “ So, what do we do now?  You said last night that you thought you knew where we should start.”
    “I think it’s time that we went home.”
    “I miss my family Kalan, but I don’t see how going back to Dempsey is going to help me right now.”
    “I don’t mean Arkansas Jo, I mean…my home.”
    I stared up at him blankly. I knew what he meant, but I didn’t understand.
    “Jo, the only way to get some help with what is happening to you is to seek the counsel of the Centenium Elders, and that means going to Era. I shook my head and tried to grasp what he was saying.
    “ The who-what?”  I asked.
    “The Centenium Elders, they are the keepers of law for us.  Each member is selected by the community to provide wisdom and judgment on matters concerning weavers.  It’s all political stuff mostly, but they are really knowledgeable and I know they can help us figure out what’s wrong with you.”
    “I thought that I couldn’t go there because I wasn’t strong enough.  Didn’t you tell me that?”
    “ I did, but I’ve been working on that for some time now, and I’ve found a way,” he said firmly. 
    “I don’t know Kalan; you said that returning through