“Mr. Sweigart, I must meet you for coffee.”

“Who are you?”

“My name is Thomas Grey. I have a package. I need you to publish it.”

“What is it?”

“Prophesy, poetry and profanity. Mostly lies, and a handful of revelations. Riddles and ransom notes. You must help me. We must find the archetype. We must arm him or her. I will give you my book and you will publish it. You are now the keeper of the story.”

“Where are we?”

“This is your dream. Tomorrow. Meet me downtown. Where the sound of the saxophone meets the dissonance of the train. We must hurry. Your nightmares know your fears, and they are coming for you.”