"Well don't be disappointed," said Ann, "not about the fact that the book mysteriously disappeared. That's part of what makes the whole thing sound so fantastic."

"Another dream I had a few weeks ago was weird too. I watch 'Power Woman' after my homework on the television each weekday at half past five. I love that show. Anyway, I woke up one Tuesday morning, went to school, played a lot of wild games at lunch, did my homework after school, and then was so tired and physically sick from a developing flu symptom, that I accidentally fell asleep in my chair. I dreamt that I was living an episode of Power Woman and rescuing a man who looked like Garth from earlier episodes, but his hair and face looked neater and more streamlined than Garth's. I woke up thinking that I would really enjoy watching Power Woman that day, after dreaming about it. I had done my homework fast enough, faster than usual.

"Then I looked at my clock and panicked. It was ten to six. I had missed most of it! However, then as I sat there telling myself that it was hardly worth going down to see the last ten minutes of a story that I had mostly missed, I felt haunted by the effect of the dream and then missing it for the first time since episode one. Then I heard Sally laughing, and it turned out that she had snuck in and put my clock an hour fast while I slept. She said she would have woken me up by quarter past five for Power Woman if I had stayed asleep, but she just wanted the fun of frightening the wits out of me, because she knows I take that show seriously.

"So it was only five to five then. I watched it as usual, and again each day. Four episodes later, I saw an episode which did have a man who looked very much like Garth, except that his hair was neater, and his face was more streamlined. The surprise of dreaming the future, and the panic I had before, was sensational. I had never seen the actor on that episode before, but there he was! People would say that's just a coincidence, but no way. We're special people now, Ann."

"I guess we are."

"I checked the credits at the end. The actor was a totally different name to the person who played Garth in the earlier episodes."

"I would like to hear more of your dreams," said Ann.

“Did you ever have any about me when I was back on my own earth?” asked Wendell.

“None at all,” said Arella, but I did have a vision just before I came to Freedom Fields. I was starting to get into lots of arguments with my foster parents, and it seemed that no matter what I tried to do, I would still end up getting them more and more off side. Then one day I had a friend visiting, who was a bit of a trouble causer at school. I was her only friend, because she made so many enemies by bullying and trying to steal things. I thought I could help her just by being kind to her, but when we got to my house, she just kept trying to cook some stuff that she took from my foster mother's pantry. I told her we were not allowed to have it and then managed to hide the box of matches that she needed to light the stove. She beat me up until I showed her the matches. I went into my old living room and noticed the rain start to pelt down outside. I then saw her stride past me, without the food, and into the rain. I didn't know why she had beaten me up to get the stuff and then just suddenly stopped. Maybe it was a guilty conscience, but she didn't really seem to use her conscience by that stage in her life.

When my foster parents heard what had happened, they both said 'We're so sorry,' and for a few weeks I got on well with them. All of that was real life happenings. Then I dreamt, one Wednesday night, that it was a Friday night and I had been asked to leave home. They wanted to be rid of me in the dream. Then I was at another friend's place telling her about it, and she said 'It's cold. Have you got a coat?' I sadly said that I would be alright, and the dream ended on that unhappy note."

"And let me guess. That is what really happened," said Ann.

"It did too. It happened two nights later, on a Friday night. I'm better off here anyway. They just decided I was not their little girl anymore that night, and I would have to leave. I went out into the street to cry, and there I saw the friend I had dreamt about, walking towards me. She was older. So she was allowed to go out walking at night. She was the one who in the dream had said 'It's cold. Have you got a coat?'."