Unable to hold it in any longer, she found Peter on the lower deck near the staff lockers. He was checking inventory, clipboard in hand, when she approached. “Hey,” she said, her voice tight. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” Peter glanced up. “Of course. What’s going on?”
She hesitated, eyes darting around to make sure no one else was in earshot. “I think I’ve been seeing Luke.” Peter frowned. “Seeing… as in dreams?” “No. As in… on this ship. In the crowd. In reflections. I keep catching glimpses of him. I know it’s crazy, but… it feels so real.”