Then he remembered the dream he’d named the Owl Dream. In the dream, he was the one who’d put the metal box in the hollow of the tree. It was both a dream and a memory. He’d put the box in that spot decades ago, before he, Joe, was even born, and there it had sat until just now. The idea boggled his mind. He was halfway to the house when he remembered the key Kathleen had found in the hope chest.