--Me, last night, in a dream.
And you wonder why I'm so strange.
(For the record, I was making conversation to calm down the girl who was freaking out because she thought the A.S.M. was trying to attack her, when really he was just trying to grab her newspaper because he's a fan of baseball and wanted to see whether or not Miami was winning.)
(No, I don't know what's wrong with my brain, either, and no, that isn't a scene from any of my books.)
(Well, then again, I haven't written the third book yet...)
(Also, the more I think about it, the more I realize this is probably going to be the equivalent of my own personal Twilight-genesis dream story. Someday, when my Abominable Snow Monster Baseball Lover story has made me millions of dollars, people will say, "And can you believe it all started because of a dream??")