Despite accepting this flow of events and appearing calm on the outside, Calix was actually nervous. He had to remind himself that Leslie wouldn't easily judge him.
Aside from experiencing such mystical phenomena herself, her upright character also played a factor.
Leslie quietly darted her eyes from Calix to the face sketches. The overflowing questions in her mind were desperate for answers but, she didn't want to force Calix to speak.
'What does he mean by that? He has been dreaming of strangers? But... they're me and him. The old me and Axel.'
Leslie unconsciously bit her lower lip, still thinking, 'Why? And... when did it begin?'
A myriad of complicated emotions washed over Leslie's heart, reminding how she felt the first time she discovered the sketches this early afternoon.
Uncertainty, fear and disbelief.
