The two of them moved slowly onward amid Annie's constant complaints.
"Annie, have you ever had that feeling... um... a sense of familiarity? Like something or somewhere you've never experienced, but when you see it, you feel you've been there before?"
Annie gave a startled "Huh?" and turned to look at Joey.
Her eyes shone at that moment.
"You feel it too?" Her brows drew tightly together, and her flashlight followed her gaze. "I've clearly never been here, but it feels as though I have."
Perhaps it wasn't just Anderson. Everyone who came to this island might have experienced the same feeling. After some thought, he asked tentatively, "When did that feeling start?"
She tilted her head, taking ten or so seconds before answering, "After we landed on the island, I think."
This further confirmed Joey's suspicions. For some reason, a word suddenly sprang into his mind: Fate.
His eyes widened as he stared blankly at Annie and asked an ambiguous question. "Are you really Annie Bullock?"
He asked because several things had occurred to him.
The Dreamscape was a world of spirits. To descend into reality, they needed a body.
What if the person occupying this body now wasn't actually Annie Bullock?
Then there was what Anderson had said earlier: this place felt very much like the Dreamscape.
Looking at it another way, the curse that dragged people into dreams had vanished after they landed. Could that be because all nine of them had been in the Dreamscape ever since setting foot on the island?
Annie rolled her eyes at him irritably. "I suggest you have Dr. Margaret take a good look at your brain once we get out."
"Heh." He laughed awkwardly and changed the subject. "How much farther down does this place go? We must have descended