Aug 27, 2005 15:02
Last night, John had a dream.
The day before, he’d been searching for a sign.
He needed to know why they were there. He waited, patiently (sometimes) for the island to give him a hint. A sign. A clue. A key.
Last night, John had a dream. It pointed him in the direction of something, perhaps his clue or the key to opening the hatch. Perhaps that was his sign. He would follow it-with help, of course.
He looked for Boone. He found Boone.
He, essentially, has dragged Boone into another treasure hunt.