A chopstick, damp with warm tea, fell onto the table, leaving a wet streak across the wood grain.
"If, between her original world and our current world, there was another world that we all experienced but have since forgotten, then that would explain everything."
"Proving this would certainly be difficult. All our hopes rest on Felix Sinclair alone."
"But I think this possibility is at least somewhat logical."
"It just sounds..." Simon Adler shrugged, the rest of his sentence going without saying.
'Anyone who believed this theory would probably be locked up as a lunatic if it got out.'
The cigarette in his hand had burned down to his fingertips without him noticing. Yates Donovan was jolted back to his senses by the heat.
"She only told you a few fragments of her dreams, and you're this convinced by something you just pieced together in your head?"
"I minored in psychology and philosophy in college," Simon Adler said calmly. "So I can accept the results of my own analysis."
