Irene pumped her fists up with a big grin and said. "This is great, Rein!"
Her fingers then drummed the table in a rapid, while the pen was still clutched between them, leaving tiny ink freckles on the wood. "Alger will finish up with bringing everything together, but I'm sure with all of this, we can have a foundation."
Alger nodded before his gaze swept the table. At the charcoal dust on Jake's knuckles, Kite's graphite-smudged fingertips, and Resa's neat columns of notes before stopping on the half-finished lake painting. "Of course, the images might also help other people. We might even be able to get others who might have similar dreams to recognize it."
Reinhard nodded, but his eyes lingered on the sketches. "Do any of you recognize any of the imagery?"
All of them shook their heads with an apologetic look.
