Meanwhile, back in South Africa, Aldrich woke from a bad dream. Startled, he rubbed his eyes, the feeling of unease not willing to leave him. He glanced at the clock; it showed 2:24am. He lay back and closed his eyes, but sleep evaded him. He tried to remember what had woken him, going over the dream. He'd dreamed of Anabella running free in a field, her dark-brown hair waving behind her, all sunshine and radiant. Then, she'd stopped as stormy clouds covered the sky. She looked behind her, her face contorted as she screamed. He remembered the feeling of helplessness which seemed to swallow her.
What does it mean, and why was Anabella screaming? It didn't make any sense to him. That's when Aldrich remembered the few moments he'd seen her reaction when the young man had stood close by. She
