As Callum sat in bed all these thoughts raced through his head. What was the meaning of his dream? Or was that an actual vision of his father and what was he trying to tell him?

He would tell his aunt about his dream during breakfast until then he would try to get some more sleep.

When Callum woke up, he felt energized. After a quick shower, he headed for the dining room for something to eat.

"Good morning, Callum."

"Good  morning."

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, except for a dream I had."

"A dream? Tell me about it."

"Yes, I had a dream of my father and he was asking me for help."

"That was no dream, your father is trying to communicate with you because he knows you're here."

"He's trying to communicate with me?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell me how I can talk to him?"

"I will show you how after breakfast."

"Okay."