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Briggets for my thesis.”
    Okay, so now I knew how we had both wound up
at St. Briggets, but it didn’t make it any less bizarre. The fact
that he was still an intern concerned me though.
    “Have you always lived in Santa Cruz?”
    “No, I lived in Arizona when I was
younger.
    “How long have you been here in Santa
Cruz?”
    “About five years. My dad and I moved here
after my mom died.”
    “Why Santa Cruz?” I asked, sensing what his
answer would be.
    “I was drawn here.”
    I wasn’t surprised. It made crazy sense that
he would be drawn here also. I had been drawn here, Sam was here,
and now he was too. What did this all mean? What was going on? I
leaned forward and placed my head in my hands.
    “What’s the matter?”
    “I met a girl yesterday at school. She was in
your class yesterday with me, her name is Sam. Do you remember
her?”
    He laughed. “I didn’t notice anyone
yesterday, except you.”
    “Why, what does she have to do with us?”
    Us . The way he said that gave me goose
bumps. I liked it that he thought of us as a pair.
    “She and I have a lot of things in common,
too many to be a coincidence.”
    “What do you mean? What kinds of things?”
    I suddenly felt uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure
if I was ready to tell him about all my downfalls. Would it ruin
his illusions of me if he knew about all my quirks? I had always
been such a private person, and in the course of twenty-four hours,
I had already spilled my guts out to one person.
    He seemed to sense my inner turmoil. “You can
trust me,” He said in a quiet voice.
    “I know,” I said. “I just don’t want to
change your opinion of me.”
    “There’s nothing you could say that would
ever change the way I feel about you.”
    I took a deep breath and told him everything.
I first filled him in on my childhood, and how my adoptive parents
had figured out my sensitivity to emotions. I told him how I had
always been a loner. How I found comfort with him in my dreams when
my dad died. I told him how I had always hoped that he was really
out there, and not just some person that would only visit me in my
dreams. I told him about the pull this city had on me. Then I told
him about Sam, and how she seemed to be the carbon copy of me. How
we felt a connection to each other that was similar to ours, but
not as strong. I let all the words pour out of me while he sat
there quietly holding my hand.
    I looked down at the uneven boards and
watched as a fat bug struggled over the cracks between the boards.
Every so often, half of its body would fall between the groves and
it would flounder around trying to work its way back out.
    “Sam even suspected that you were the guy
from my dreams,” I continued on a little self-consciously.
    “How did she know that?”
    “Because, she has dreams just like ours.”
    “What do you mean she has dreams like us?”
Mark asked amazed.
    I told him everything we had discussed the
night before. About having the same kind of dream, and that Sam had
already met her dream guy.
    I could tell that he was having a hard time
believing me, just like I had with Sam.
    “It had never occurred to me that there were
other people out there just like us,” he said, trying to grasp what
he had just heard.
    “Oh, I forgot to tell you something else
bizarre.” He raised his eyebrows at my choice of words.
    I laughed. He was right of course; all of
this was turbo-bizarre.
    I filled him in on the circumstances
surrounding both of us being left when we were young.
    A few minutes passed in silence.
    I looked up at him to see what he was
thinking. I was concerned when I saw the troubled look on his face.
Had I finally sprung too much information on him? I myself had a
hard time dealing with all of it. It was a lot for someone to
digest.
    “Well I wasn’t abandoned, but my mom’s been
dead since I was three,” he finally said in an odd voice.
    “Are you sensitive to emotions too?” I asked,
probing further.
    “No, but I’m