The Cracks in the Crystal Ball

10. The Arrival

"Kiss it all better
I'm not ready to go
It's not your fault love
You didn't know
You didn't know" -Kiss It Better~ He Is We

***Amy's P.O.V***

Breathe Amethyst, breathe I reminded myself as the car reached its final destination. Calais.
Here we are. My safe place. This is where dad had told me to go in my dream.
I hadn't told Crystal but I knew. I knew about my dad. I don't know why I couldn't remember before but it was like there was a white fog over my memory of him but now it's clear.
I told Casper a bit of it, but when he kept trying to get me to say more I grew more and more suspicious; he didn't even seem fazed by this sudden memory I had. He'd been acting... Odd. Ever since I told him that I was having these dreams he seemed more secretive and he was always busy, taking calls (private business he said). That's when I stopped telling him.
I remember my dream very clearly, as if it is a real memory... Maybe it is? I had seen it many times, nearly every night for a few weeks. It seemed to be the same each time but maybe there was something about dad that changed, his tone of voice I think...
I'm pretty sure with each dream (or nightmare, I guess) my memory of him grew more stern and cold, not like the dad I had pictured all these years. Maybe that was the problem, I was picturing the father I had wanted as a child, not the one I had.

The dream always opened with me playing with dad as a child (I was around four I believe), and he would take me to a big building that he called 'the Factory'. My first thought of this was quite positive, and it certainly seemed it from the surroundings. Inside the Factory however, there were lots and lots of rooms, which had confused me because it looked more like a prison than a factory on the inside- I queried why it was so formal, and what my dad was doing there, but my age didn't allow me to make such comments. But anyway, I managed to catch a glimpse of one of the rooms through a tiny little hole, and to my surprise, there was a little girl inside. She was facing away from the hole in the door, looking at a picture she had drawn that was propped up against the wall. It was of her holding hands with three other children, one had ginger hair, she was covered in freckles, the boy was tanned with dark hair, and the other girl had long, dark hair and she had green eyes. The girl who was in the room had drawn herself with brown eyes and a big smile on her face, and the same bright blonde hair that she exhibited in person. Dad noticed that I paused and he pulled my arm sharply to drag me away. We went to a bright white room with no colour, no pictures, nothing but white. Two cream chairs sat in the middle, facing each other, with a desk to the left of one. He sat me down and he sat across from me and he began talking. Upon reflection, I can no longer recount all of what he said but one thing resonates with me. He lent forward, very close to me, and placed a hand on my knee. "This, this I want you to remember." He looked me in the eye "Amethyst I hope to God you're listening to me. That's it... Good."
I nodded to allow him to continue.
"You need to go to Calais. That's the only safe place for you. You'll know when it's time. Promise me. Promise me you'll go." His voice held a sense of urgency that was unmistakable.
"Promise me!" He shouted.
I jumped, startled, and nodded furiously.
"I promise, I promise." I breathed heavily as he sat back in his chair.
A bell sounded, like a school bell, and the sounds of hundreds of doors opening at once echoed through the room.
"Time to go. Now." He stood up and walked towards the door.
When he motioned for me to follow I stood up and quickly caught up with him. I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw the masses of young children standing in the doorways of the rooms that lined the hall. They looked brainwashed.
That horrific site was the last image I saw before I awoke in a cold sweat.

I'd seen that exactly dream, frame for frame, a lot of times over the past month. It was seeing dad out of the window by (what I assumed was) his car that told me it was time.
So I told Casper that we had to leave, and this time the only question he asked was "Are we going to Calais?". I have no idea how he knew but he did, and he didn't ask any other questions after that.
He had a plan instantly, it seemed premeditated... But how could it have been? How could he possibly know? I had pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind and decided I'd have a 'talk' with him afterwards. I mean, I kind of wanted to see what he had planned anyway.
He packed for me while I packed for Crys. Once she awoke, we fled, and met the 'correspondent' where Cas said he'd be. He was with a woman, who kept herself secret, I thought that was very intriguing.The moment Crys fell asleep in the car we talked about the logistics. We'd take a ferry to Calais and leave Crys in a pre-booked hotel while we dealt with dad and Greg. Our correspondent, who called himself Damien, told us he'd sort Crystal out, fake ID's, car, money, the lot. We left her in the car, while we went to sort ourselves out. Damien gave us a small card with a date, time and address on it, told us to be there (he was very insistent), nodded and the woman drove off.