Kathy looked up at Todd as he finished reading her last entry. “Well?” she asked. “Why do you think I am having all these dreams?” Todd flipped through the pages and looked at her.
“I’m not sure what this means, it is highly unusual for something to imbed itself into one’s subconscious to such a degree. I believe that you may require help from someone far more knowledgeable than I.”
“What? You mean a shrink? Are you suggesting that there is something wrong with me?” As she spoke, Kathy began to stand up and walk towards the door. Just as her hand was about to grasp the doorknob, Todd put his hand on her arm. She recoiled from his touch as though he were a venomous insect. She glared at him, snatched the book from his hands and went out the door, slamming it behind her.
As she waited for her father, who was speaking with Todd, she overheard part of their conversation. “I’m afraid that there is nothing more that I can do. I think that she should consider going to a hypnotist, delve into her subconscious and discover what is at the root of all this. I also strongly recommend that she at least postpone her trip to Paris. With her in such a touchy state, who knows what might happen.” Kathy couldn’t make out what her father said in reply, but he looked very old and sad as they drove home in the car.
“Do you still want to go to Paris, Kathy?”
Kathy was taken aback by the suddenness of the question. “Yes, I do. More than anything.” “Then I think you should go. Get all of this Phantom stuff out of your system. I cannot bare to see you wasting away. If going to Paris to find the answers will help and make you happy, then I will arrange for you to go as soon as possible.” Kathy’s eyes lit up as her father spoke and as they pulled up into the driveway, and he turned the car off, Kathy hugged him and thanked him.
The next two weeks went by with very few dreams. They had, once more, turned into montages of different places and events in the Phantom history. Kathy read and reread her journal over and over, wondering what it all meant. She could barely contain her excitement, for she knew that all the answers lied in Paris, in the Opera House, down below the city streets, “where night is blind!”
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