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Cafe Fina, Wednesday

Alfred himself opened up Cafe Fina on Wednesday. Because, as worried as he was about Walter, the boy seemed to be on the mend. And he did have a bussiness to run.

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She nodded, still not looking up.

"...Is everything alright?"

She started to nod again, then stopped and shook it instead.

Alfred snapped his fingers and Wadsworth appeared with a pot of tea. He poured her out a cup. "What's wrong?"

Nadia sat quietly for a moment while she tried to figure out how to answer that. When she spoke again, it was in the same quiet, small voice. "I'm afraid of him."

Alfred did not need to ask who "him" was.

He was smarter than that.

"Because of what happened this weekend?"

"No, I--" She paused. "Yes? I don't know . . . we were okay, but then last night I had this dream, and then Parker told me who had possessed him and now. . . ." She finally looked up at Alfred, near tears. "He could--he could actually be that. The thing that attacked--"

"Could," Alfred said. "Could is the key term there, is it not? By the same token, I could go insane tonight and kill everyone in the town. You could grow up to be evil and try to take over the world. Mr. Bernadette, one day, could lose all his morals and accept a contract to kill you. Many things could happen between today and tomorrow. A meteor could come in the night and crush us all. A massive rainstorm could come and drown us all. With all the coulds that could happen, why spend so much time worrying about one?"

. . .

And now Nadia's brain was full of many, many bad images. She shook her head.

"Because I didn't dream any of that other stuff happening."

"Oh?" Alfred said. "Tell me about this dream. Are you in the habit of making prophetic dreams?"

". . . sometimes." Nadia leaned her arms against the table, carefully keeping her elbows off the edge. "I dreamed about my fath--about Sloane. What he did. Before he came here and did it. And since then, I've been having these other dreams. Sometimes of Walter." She looked up at Alfred. "With very pale skin, red eyes, and fangs. I saw him like that, in my dreams, over a month ago. And last night, I dreamed he was doing . . ." she held up her cast "only it was him. Not the other him. Now him."

...Rambaldi.

Alfred was going to kill Slane if he ever saw him again.

"My dear, I'm about to tell you something I most likely shouldn't. Can I trust you to not tell anyone else what I'm about to tell you?"

Nadia blinked. "Yes. Of course." She'd kept plenty of secrets in her life. What was one more?

"Prophecy and fortelling... are very strange things. Incredibly imprecise. And often times? More inaccurate than you think. In my experience, a prophecy is more a guideline than a strict prediction. And, more often than not, wrongly intepreted. A prophecy is, by its very nature, almost never actually helpful until after the fact."

"This is the part you aren't allowed to tell anyone about," Alfred said. "When I was younger, I was directly involved in a prophecy. It was an End of Days type thing. You'd be suprised how many of those there are. It seemed... inevitable. All the signs came true. ALL of them. I was there on the ground zero day. Do you know what happened?"

Nadia frowned. "You . . . stopped the world from ending?"

"Well, not me alone, but yes. As you may have noticed by the fact that we're both sitting here."

There was that. "How?" Nadia bit her lip. "How do I make sure that . . . stuff never happens?"

Alfred shrugged. 'The same way you prevent a car crash. You drive carefully and when something bad happens, react accordingly and try to stop it. That's all there really is to it.'

Nadia thought about that. "Oh." She folded her arms and sighed. "Is there any way to make the dreams stop?"

Alfred shook his head. "I know of none at hand, but I could look into it. Actually, hold on a moment..."

He got up and left the restaurant. When he returned, he was holding a dreamcatcher in his right hand. "A very dear friend gave me this. Maybe it will help you."

Nadia looked at the dream catcher, a little confused. She knew what they were but-- "Those actually work?"

Well, maybe they would in Fandom. She really wasn't going to be able to be skeptical about anything ever again.

"Only one way to find out," Alfred said. He pointed to the tray. "Your food is getting cold."

Ohhhh yeah. Food. She didn't suppose Alfred would let her get away with just going back to the clinic now without eating. She really probably owed Walter and Pippi and apology.

"Thanks." She said softly, finally reaching for the tray.

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