My life was never the same after Lyndon Craw. The things he had 
done to me had changed me forever. I made rules and rituals to 
protect me from my fear but I could never truly relax… never trust.

The only thing that kept me going was the vow I had made to find 
the mysterious stranger from my dreams. He had saved me from 
Lyndon all those years ago and I wanted to thank him. I needed him 
to know just how much it had meant to me. But I also needed answers.
How was it that we could share dreams? How had he found me? 
Just what was our connection? But most of all, what did it mean that
I was the girl he died for?