She came to him in his dreams, smiling as she hugged him.
"I love you, sweetie."
When he awakened he could still smell her perfume.
He lay in bed and wept silent tears, because he was a shaman and he knew the significance of the dream he'd had; knew what it would mean to his life.
Jim came in the front door and bounded up the stairs, hot and sweaty from his run. Shaking, Blair clung to him anyway.
"What's wrong?" Jim demanded.
The phone began ringing.
"I'll get it. Just- keep holding me," Blair begged.
"I won't let go."
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