"Hey Will. Joan told me you got called down to the station. What happened?" Helen asked when he came home late that evening.

"Kevin wasn't at work today was he?" Will asked, worried.

"No, he's in his room. Why?" she became nervous.

"The Herald was bombed," he sat down, exhausted, at the kitchen table.

"Was anyone hurt?" Helen asked as she fixed his supper.

"Nothing fatal, but a few minor injuries," he replied.

"Do you think it was the same people that bombed the bookstore?" she put a plate of food in front of him and sat down.

"It's too soon to tell. We did find evidence that proved the bookstore case is connected to the synagogue and the church and the vandalism. I just don't know why someone would want to destroy a town like this," Will said.

"I dreamed about it," Helen seemed to ignore his comment.

"Dreamed about what?" Will looked confused.

"The church, I dreamed clowns destroyed it and then I dreamed about Grace and fire. I dreamed about the vandalism, Joan and the bookstore. Last night I dreamed about clowns throwing exploding water balloons at the Herald," she admitted.

"Is this like the koala bears in hats?" he asked.

"No Will. Lily says it's like a gift from God," Helen chuckled.

"No, this has nothing to do with God. It's a criminal that needs to be caught, nothing else," Will was getting annoyed.

"Well, how do you explain the dreams then?" she countered.

"I don't know Helen," he said before leaving the room.