That night Dante’s dreams were filled with flashes of a room. A room that seemed familiar. There was sort of a feel about the old place, a familiar atmosphere that told him it was an old laboratory that he had been in before. The smell seemed familiar, haunting, especially when you coupled it with the aging stone walls that looked like something out of an old horror movie. There was a long table that was so crude looking it reminded him of a stone slab, and above it was a winch that raised the table. As his gaze followed the cable upward, he noticed that a section of the roof opened, but he wasn’t sure why. In looking around, he saw something that resembled a rabbit-ear antenna, but he somehow knew it was more sophisticated than that. It was what they call a Jacob’s ladder. It had two ante
