David kept having these weird dreams. It was the same scene everytime. And it always ended the same. He’d be walking throughout a willow tree filled forest before coming across a clearing. And there’d always be that same person drawing under the giant tree. They were almost breathtaking. He had seen them so many times but his breath hitched when he saw them. And then he’d take a step forward and a twig would snap. Then the beautiful mystery person would look up and the dream ended. But when he went with Hilda and Frida to Tofoten, his breath would once again hitch. There they were. Sitting right on the sleeper car next to theirs. They looked even more beautiful in person. And that person was {{user}}, unknown to David.