Prologue
It wasn’t all a dream! There wasn’t a bomb on my train. I was made to believe it was true. My medications were somehow switched out by Olivia before she left my room in Spain. Somehow, she got a doctor to tell me that I had broken my leg and arm in a bombing of my train as I entered Union Station, Chicago. Wesley is still perplexed at how she did it! I guess this was her last hurrah before being locked up in a mental facility for the criminally insane. Or was it?