Thomas smiled softly as he continued to listen, tilting his head slightly. "We do, and I understand what you mean. I looked for a long time for the very same kind of person." He explained softly, letting this go on without any further explanation. There was no easy way to explain what he meant by this, and he would likely need to gloss over it nonetheless.<br/><br/>A cold chill ran down Astor's spine as Michael explained his dream. Memories of that terrible night flooding his mind, threatening his hold on the human form he had taken. Swallowing softly he shifted slightly in his seat. "That does sound terrible. Why do you suppose you have such dreams? It seems strangely very specific." He said softly, rubbing his hands softly in thought. This was too strange. He even remembered his own death? Their life together? What could this mean?