whether it was this question that brought it on or not , she wasnt sure , but it was here , in the now quite warm car , while still keeping tabs on the action up ahead , and getting ready to get out of there , that she felt the long ago familiar stirring of her vision , so long dormant , so long filed under the label of delusion , illusion , so long relegated to fantasy , and it was this stirring that suddenly made her realize why brad reilly was upsetting her : if he could read , and could play , he would come from the land of miracles , of which her long ago vision was also a citizen .