Charity sat up. She knew why Joan shouldn't get involved with Travis. She rolled out of bed, and turned the light on. Joan was lying in an awkward position with her arm over her eyes. "Joan, wake up," she said, shaking her.

Joan looked at her. "What?" she asked.

"I know why you can't get involved with Travis," she said.

Joan sat up. "Why?"

"Ok, I was asleep and I somehow slipped into Travis' dream like I had slipped into Luke's," she said, pretty fast. "He was telling someone that he loved them and then I got a good look at who it was."

"Who was it?" she asked.

Charity hesitated and then finally said, "Adam." She looked at Joan. "Travis is gay."

Joan fell back on the bed. "No," she replied. "He's so cute!"

"I know, Joan," Charity said. "I'm sorry."

Joan looked at her. "Does Adam know?" she asked.

"Well, no, but before I slipped into Travis' dream, I went into Adam's."

"And?"

"And, he had a similar dream," she said. "Only with you and not Travis."

Joan sighed and stared at the wall.

"Well, 'night," Charity said, she reached over and turned off the light and groped her way to her bed.

Joan lied back and stared up at the ceiling. She sighed deeply. She loved Adam.