He can’t help that. Almost every night he’s visited by ghosts. Future predators are his most recurring night guests. But sometimes there‘s Stephen, too. When the night is particularly bad he dreams about Cutter.
And then there is the worst of them. That woman who looks like Jenny Lewis, but isn’t her. Disappeared in the twists and turns of time, without leaving any trace of herself, except the memories of an annoying professor.
And the dream is like a memory, too, a recollection that he shouldn’t have, that shows the woman holding out her hand, saying: “Claudia Brown, Home Office.”