Klein stepped back, confused if he was awake or still dreaming.
The figure removed his hat, bowing slightly. "Nighthawk, Dunn Smith."
Klein's mind raced. "You... can control dreams?"
Dunn shook his head. "No, I only guided your dream."
Klein was startled. He thought he was lucid, as though he had concealed only what he wanted to hide. "Do you believe I really lost my memory?"
Dunn scrutinized him. "You don't seem surprised by all this."
"I was hoping something could help me," Klein replied.
Dunn nodded. "You're not free yet. The expert awaits at Welch's apartment. There are still questions unanswered."
As they left, Dunn remarked, "In the dream, why did you try to escape?"
Klein replied, "I'm afraid I might be guilty and wanted a chance to start fresh."
Dunn chuckled. "I would've done the same."
They boarded a carriage, echoing Klein's dream—police emblem and all. He probed, "If the expert finds my memory loss genuine, is this over?"
Dunn nodded but with hesitation. "In theory, yes. But this work... things often resurface in eerie ways."
Dunn recounted a cult case. "A survivor escaped, seemed to move on, yet years later... strangled himself in his office."
Klein shivered, sensing his own fate might mirror that.
As they arrived at Welch's apartment, Dunn introduced the expert. "The renowned spirit medium of Awwa County." He added, "A true Spirit Medium."