| The next night, the Little Ones returned.
"Old Man," said the Cube-headed One. "We have done as you instructed and induced sleep in the people. We have observed their dreams. How strange and frightening their visions were!" The Old Man sat forward in his chair, seeming to glow in the dim kitchen as if lit from within. "Tell me of their dreams," he said expectantly, like a child who had been promised a gift. |