“Come on. I’ll carry you!” Frank said, dropping to a crouch without hesitation.

“That’s no good, right?” Alda complained, but her body was honest as she walked behind Frank and climbed over him. “You’re so light!” Frank got up easily.

Alda smiled shyly. “My vitals were sustained solely on IV drips. I naturally lost a few pounds.”

Frank smiled but said nothing.

They were soon in front of the cave, and Alda looked around before exclaiming, “This is it! I’ve been dreaming of this place frequently!” “Have you been here before yourself?” Frank asked in curiosity.

Alda quickly shook her head. “I’d usually be in the office. I wouldn’t have the time to play.”

Frank was left further puzzled-how could she dream of a place she had never been to and even remember it with such vivid detail?