Timeless (Enoch O Connor x OC)

10: Daymares

When breakfast came to an end I rushed to find Horace. I had to know what he had dreamt of.

I found him at the piano in the living room.

"Mind if I join?" I asked.

"Of course not," he said as he moved to make space for me on the piano seat.

"Do you play?" he asked.

"No," I said, "I play flute."

"We can have our own little orchestra if we find you a flute," he said excited.

I laughed and nodded.

"Horace," I said, serious again, "Emma told me you had a dream, what was it about?"

"I don't know if I can-" he began hesitant.

"I had a dream too I want to know if it's the same as yours," I said.

"Oh," he said, understanding "it wasn't a good dream. It began with me in a town, not quite sure where but somewhere in England I presume, you were there too and a couple others."

"Anything notable about the town?" I asked, I was dreading his answer, "a clocktower perhaps?"

A shocked expression passed over his face and at that moment I knew our dreams had been about the same event.

"Yes, we must have dreamt about the same thing then, there was a brick clock tower at the center of the town," he said.

"How did you have a prophetic dream though?"  he asked, "I thought that was supposed tobbe my thing."

"I don't think it was prophetic dream," I said putting the pieces together, if Horaces dream had begun out in the town but mine has begun in my house in Russia our dreams hadn't been coming from the same place. My dream must have been intercepted by that wight I saw, I realized.

"I think my dream was intercepted," I finished.

He gave me a puzzled look but continued with his dream.

"The clocktower you dreamt of, that's where we were headed. You told us you knew what was going on and went up with a couple others. There was a hollow somewhere too. And a boy, with dark hair, that I've never seen, not a wight though. I stayed down on the streets and the last thing I heard was a crash and a girl scream."

I was quiet, that scream must have been mine as I fell out the clocktower.

"But my dreams aren't always correct, most of the time they are just a rough outline of what will happen. Anything could change," he said to comfort me.

"Have you told Miss Peregine?" I asked.

"Yes," said Horace, "she told me to not worry about it right now as I can do nothing about it."

We sat in silence for a while, trying to digest what we had just told each other.

"Would you like to hear a song?" he asked finally.

I nodded.

He began playing a classical song, I didn't know by who but probably Beethoven or Mozart. It was a really beautiful song and gave me peace for while it lasted. When he played the final note I clapped enthusiastically.

"The best piano player in all the lands," I exaggerated.

"I'll get my hands on a flute as soon as I can," he said laughing.

"I'll be waiting," I said as I got up to leave.

As I got up, I saw Enoch in the doorway.

"Was I interrupting you little moment?" he asked haughtily, "don't worry I'll be out of your hair." He stormed off upstairs.

"Wait, Enoch," I called after him. He was so annoying, I thought, could I talk to no one other than him?

"There's no use," said Horace from the piano, "he likes you and he's a very jealous person, those two things don't add up very well." He sounded a little bitter. I could imagine, I mean he lived the same day over and over again with the same people, he wouldn't meet anyone new. I was quite lucky in that aspect, I thought. I mean it's not as though I like liked Enoch but I certainly didn't dislike him. The butterflies in my stomach when I saw him told a different story but I wasn't quite ready to acknowledge that yet.

I would be one day though.

Although I didn't know how many days I had left.

I was scheduled a 'falling out of a clocktower' sometime in the future.

Not too soon I hoped.

Not too soon.