The trip back to the village was much quicker than the bicycle journey. They started immediately and it was shortly after midnight that they pulled up...to the thick woods that adjoined the river and the rail junction. Her cache of weapons and cash was not far away and she decided that if things went sour with the operation, she would head to the hidden stash and make her way to the channel without returning to the farmhouse and the other members of the resistance group. For some strange reason,. " That's amazing; you're like a modern incarnation of Morpheus." Who?" I asked."Morpheus, the Greek god of dreams; he was the son of Hypnos, who was the god of Sleep. Except none of the legends ever talked about Morpheus doing some of the stuff you do, he just sent dreams to people; sometimes the gods would order him to send visions to mortals." Well, I'm no god," I said. "I'm just an average guy, with a not so average gift, trying to make a difference in the world, but I can send dreams to. "Here." She handed the presents over, and Warren put them under the tree. "I've got to go, with all this snow it's going to take forever to get to my sister's. The nutcase is all yours," she said with a smile, pointing to the sidewalk, where Sophia was twirling around under the snow like a 4-year-old."Soph, what are you doing?" Warren asked, bemused."I love snow!" she yelled, giggling. "I especially like it on Christmas." Yeah, well, I'm still in my PJs and I'm freezing."She ran up on the. “I would’ve thought that you told them. Well? Stand up, Masters, and let your classmates appreciate the honor you’ve brought our school.” Johnson Masters hesitantly stood up and looked straight at the blackboard, seemingly to avoid eye contact. An awkward smattering of applause followed, with Carl Rogers noticeably clapping harder than the rest. “I’m sure the school paper will come out later today and tell you all about it. But really, I expected you to be more proud of your classmate. Anyway.