That night Sheridan went to sleep with a smile on her face, and once again, the dreams came. She had been having
the same dreams for months. She thought, she hoped, that they would stop once she was home, but they didn't. If
anything, they were stronger, and so vivid. She was with a man. They were kissing passionately...and then she woke
up. The dream always ended the same way, just before she and the man were about to make love and without her seeing
his face. She was frustrated. Why did she keep having these dreams? Who was the man in her dreams? What did these
dreams mean? It was driving her crazy. It was as if someone was trying to tell her something, but who? and what?
She hoped she would figure it out soon so that the dreams would finally stop. Meanwhile, across town, Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald
was dreaming too, of Sheridan Crane, but he didn't know that it was Sheridan Crane that he was dreaming about.
Sheridan wasn't the only one being haunted by dreams. What they both didn't know is that it would all make sense