A/N: Okay, please don't be mad at me for this chapter, but I finally think I know where this story is going. This chapter plays an important role in the story, and without it it would be totally screwed up. So, yeah don't be mad.

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Chapter 4

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"Jesse? Are you awake?" asked Susannah's gentle voice.

'Awake? Of course I wa- Nombre de Dios. I wasn't! It was all a dream. Sure a wonderful dream, but still a dream.'

"Jesse" I heard again.

'But then why did I know her name, why did I recognize her voice.'

"Jesse? Come on I don't want Mr. Walden to find you sleeping in his classroom" she pleaded.

"I'm not sleeping" I said sitting up in my desk.

"Yeah, not anymore" she teased.

"When did I fall asleep?" I asked, trying to keep my cool.

"Umm…right after class ended, I think. I went to talk to Mr. Walden, and when I came back you were hunched over, sleeping. I didn't want to wake you, but I also didn't want you to get in trouble" she explained.

"Thank you" I replied, stretching before getting up.

"Don't mention it. You'd probably do the same for me."

"Come on I'll go with you to your locker, and then we are getting coffee" I stated.

She smiled up at me and hooked her arm around my own, before letting me lead her through the hallways towards the lockers.

'What did the dream mean? I must ask Father Dominic about this. Wait…how do I remember all the memories? All the knowledge?'

"All set" Susannah chimed, shutting her locker closed.

"Coffee, right?" I asked, making sure I hadn't dreamed that up either.

"Right" she said, again looping her arm around mine.

We walked in a comfortable silence until we reached the coffee shop located next to the school, and placed our drink orders.

"Two grande caramel macchiatos" I told the barista, who quickly scribbled down our order, and then after giving me back my change, handed me my order number.

"How did you know to order two caramel macchiatos?" Susannah questioned, looking slightly amused.

"It's your favorite" I replied, without thought.

"Yes…but how did you know it was my favorite?"

"Umm…because everyone loves a caramel macchiato. Besides, I saw you smile when you noticed they made them here" I lied quickly, while pulling out her chair at our table. I sat down across from her, and set my hands down on the table.

"Jesse, are you okay?" Susannah asked, sounding genuinely concerned. I smiled at how she appeared to care, but mumbled, "It's nothing."

"No, it's not nothing. You look confused, or worried. What's up?"

"I just…Susannah, if I told you something strange, would you believe me?" I asked, nervously.

"Well strange how? Like you swear sometimes bananas talk to you, or more along the lines of mediator stuff?"

I chuckled at the mere thought of a talking banana, but then remembered this was important.

"Well, what if I told you I had a dream about you?" I questioned, my voice shaking slightly.

Susannah reached across the table and placed her hand on mine.

"Jesse, its okay" she said, smiling and giving my hand a light squeeze. "So, it happened like just right now, right? If you don't mind my asking, what exactly happened, in this dream of yours?"

"Umm…well, yes and no. You see that's where things get strange."

"But we just met, how could you…oh" she mumbled, quickly scanning my face.

"Oh, what?" I asked, hoping for a response that would somehow explain it all.

"Well, it's just…I had a dream about you too. It happened a couple weeks ago, and then again just last night. Only, in my dream, you were dead."