Brandon walked down the stairs quietly, wearing only his loose black pants.
His hair was slightly tousled, and the cool night air from the open windows brushed against him as he entered the living room on the ground floor.
Rheanne was sitting on the long sofa near the window.
Her long white hair fell loosely over one shoulder, and her eyes looked distant, lost in thought.
Brandon's expression softened with concern the moment he saw her.
He moved to her side and gently sat down on the sofa, the cushion dipping under his weight.
Without saying a word, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her gently against his warm chest.
"What happened, Rheanne?" he asked in concern.
She rested her head against his shoulder, taking a shaky breath before speaking.
"I... dreamt," she whispered. "Or… I don't know if it was a dream. It felt more like a vision."
