A week ago, my life changed. A gathering of dreams came home. I was tired, exhausted, and accidentally drugged from caring for a friend when the illusions crawled out of the darkness onto my deck. They woke something from childhood; memories and dreams belonging to someone else. Familiar, somehow, but not mine. Something in them haunted me for a week. But, as it does, life returned to normal, until this morning. Two of the little ones came back; popped into existence along the shoreline. The Imaginary Resolution Services(R) were tracking the dreams that visited. They had disappeared after revealing themselves, no traces anywhere. The only reason 'Homefry' and 'Pooh' came here was to question my friend, the one who started all this in the first place. It seems Leonardo Garfield is the only Grumpmuffin available now. The IRS was hoping to backtrack our visitors from his signature. It turns out that cats are walkers. Their purrs allow them a sympathetic resonance that vibrates the veils open between realities. The Twelyth Teg use their wings to the same end. The rest of us have to use the ley lines, the bismuth veins that crisscross the planet. Be that as it may, I am going along, too. What I thought was a one-off experience goes much deeper. Children encounter magic because they look for it. I did not find my childhood again, only to lose it now. If you know anything about me, it should be that I keep a promise. I do not make many, but the ones that I do, get delivered. Homefry and Pooh, along with me and thee, are going to find our friends and bring them home. Despite the odds against us, we must follow our hearts. But first, we need to locate a few things lost in time ... miracles. We are going to need them.