“This is just a dream…this isn’t real.” “Who are you trying to convince, you or me?” He took a step toward her, halving the distance between them. He was so close now, nearly touching her hand. He carefully took the knife from her fingers with his free hand. She let him. She was shaking too hard to fight him. “Good girl. Now…yes, this is a dream. But I’m afraid to tell you that this particular gift of mine, my strings, are very real. Perhaps when you come to see me tonight, I will show you.” He grinned. “What fun that will be!”
