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Why is it people are always naked in dreams? he asked her. Is it Freudian?
Instead of replying, Paula waved him on. When he was closer he saw that she was standing in front of the entrance to a cave at the base of the peak.
Cyrus! Cyrus! Can you hear me?
He walked up and stopped right in front of her, then Kazie came floating out of the cave and hovered at the witch's side. The old man's face was covered with snowy-white fur, and a set of yellowed but exceedingly long fangs hung down over his bottom lip.
Hey, Kaz. What are you doing in my dream?
I needed his help, Paula said. I have been trying to reach you for several days and Kazie's new powers have allowed me to get through.
Gee, Paula, did you ever think of just dropping a quarter in a phone?
Listen to her, young son, Kazie said. A shit storm is coming and you got to get yo' mojo working.
I don't have much time, Paula said. He's been blocking me, but even such a foul creature must sleep.
What's so important?
You see the cave behind me?
Cyrus looked. It wasn't much of a cave. From what he could see, it was little more than a flaw in the bedrock. Yeah. So?
The answer lies there.
Answer? Answer to what?
I do not know.
So I'm supposed to go in there and look?
I cannot say. The cave may be a sanctuary or a trap.
That's a big help. What am I supposed to do?
Paula shook her head. I cannot tell you. When the time comes, you must use your senses. You will know what to do.
How will I know?
Paula and Kazie began to fade like black-and-white images on a cracked projection screen.
They will help you. Listen to them.
Who? Cyrus shouted. Listen to whom?

 
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