His mind drifted back to the dreams he’d had. Normally, he wasn’t one to remember them clearly, but this time they’d all stood out in sharp focus. The last one had been the oddest—there had been such a weird feeling to it. There were none of the unusual dream physics or inexplicable jumps in place and scale, and everything was cleanly presented. The dream had been more like a slideshow of memories, clearly separated. From the moment he was bitten, everything in the dream had seemed perfectly real—except for the woman. She was like the smoke which had been drifting around: something which was there, but couldn’t quite be grasped. 