Maybe – Part 2: Roald

Sometimes we walk the edges of realty…

“So what has this to do with anything?” Jessica asked at last, when the small talk dried up over their beer.
“Your dream,” Roald told her, “the one you keep having about a glowing necklace of strange pearls.”
Jess nodded, she had told him of it when he asked her if she ever remembered her dreams.
“I’m not sure they were pearls, just the kind of odd light they gave off made them seem like it. They were pearls shaped in ridged spirals.”
In the dream, she had s...