CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and EIGHTY-TWO
“Does that make any sense at all?” Delphie asked.
“It sounds like painting,” Mike said. “I get an idea of what I want or need to paint. I set about creating it. The outcome could be anything from what I originally thought of to something much worse or even much better.”
“Exactly,” Delphie said. “All of those options are like timelines. They start from the moment you get the idea and finish when the thing created.”
“The timelines aren’t fixed,” Jacob said. “You can’t go from this one to another one where the same life is lived out only with different options in place. They do not all exist at once.”
“I’m not sure if this is helping,” Delphie said. She looked at Jacob and he gave her a soft smile.
“No, I get it,” Jill said. “You’re saying that Ivy was living along one reality or one timeline, and now she can see all of the options.”
“As well as the past,” Delphie said. “The dream she had tonight is out of my mother’s past.”
Delphie looked at Ivy.
“It is?” Ivy asked. “The shooting and everything?”
“They were speaking Polish,” Nash said. “You were probably triggered by us talking about the tunnel in Poland.”
“Triggered is a good word,” Delphie said. “You heard us talking about Poland, and probably heard some Polish. This acted as a hook in the history of the world, your history in particular.”
“Oh, you mean like a computer query,” Nash said.
“I think so,” Delphie said with a smile. “Is that like putting a question into the search?”
“Exactly,” Aden said.
“Then that’s what happened,” Delphie said. “Ivy’s brain is connecting to river of time. With a hook, particularly a family connection, she is brought back to see something. The question is why that thing?”
“It feels so real!” Ivy said.
“You poor thing,” Heather said. “It sounds terrifying and overwhelming.”
“It is,” Ivy said with a nod of her head. “I didn’t want to talk about it because I was afraid that I was going crazy.”
“Not crazy,” Delphie said. “Well, maybe a little crazy.”
Ivy grinned at her aunt. After a moment, the child’s face fell.
“What does it mean?” Ivy asked. “The women and the people and the cemetery and …”
“What does it feel like it means?” Delphie asked.
“You can’t put it back on me because I don’t know!” Ivy said.
Delphie gave the child a soft smile.
“At the end of your dream …” Heather started. She looked at Delphie, “What are we calling it?”
“Vision?” Delphie shrugged. “Dream works because she did have it while she was asleep.”
“At the end of your vision-dream.” Heather’s eyes flicked to Delphie. Delphie nodded. “I saw images from the current news cycles. The President yelling from a podium, people rioting …”
“I saw a shooting,” Tink said, nodding. “In her vision-dream. I saw a shooting. I noticed it because Ivy and I talked about that particular one. We looked it up on the Internet.”
“Shouldn’t she be more careful about what she watches, now?” Jill asked.
Unable to speak, Sandy grunted.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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