Easton got up and moved his chair to the wall by the kitchen, then walked over to sit on the side of the table. “That end is in tornado alley. I don’t want to be tackled by the fire-doggo mid-zoomies.”

Bentley nodded. “Smart.”

I groaned and everyone’s gazes snapped to me, which made me blush. “Sorry, feeling a tad frustrated. We’ve been at this for hours with no success.”

Lennox shook her head, those yellow-green eyes narrowing on me. “That’s not entirely true. Your magic selected all of these ingredients, so we’re definitely going to need them⁠—”

“How?” I gestured to the dozens and dozens of ingredients in front of us. “All we’ve learned is that these ingredients have labels with a symbol on them, yet none of these symbols look familiar. And I don’t know if that means anything because I can’t remember the symbols I saw. It’s burning a hole in my brain. Even in my sleep I’m trying to draw them and getting nothing.”

“You drew one symbol in your dream last night.” Savannah grimaced and scrubbed her face with her hands. “I saw it⁠—”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“What do you mean you saw it?”

“Wait, Coop, are you taking her into your dream walks with you?”

Cooper blushed and shrugged one shoulder as everyone stared at him. “I just thought another set of eyes would help. Ya know, like we did in Salem.”

Royce smacked the table, then slowly signed ‘T-e-g-a-n s-t-y-l-e I-d-e-a.’ He nodded and smiled, giving Cooper a thumbs-up.

Thiago’s eyes crinkled with his smile. He was staring at the ground. “I have to say, if Cooper has to watch our subconscious terrors, then I like the idea he has someone by his side to do so. Some of us see horrible things, it’s nice to not feel alone in those moments.”

The dogs raced through the house again. It reminded me of going to the dog track to watch greyhounds racing. Especially as Squishy was in the lead this lap. Everyone watched them go by, then when they disappeared out the front door, returned their attention to me.

I groaned again. “I don’t want to think about that dream. I don’t want to talk about that dream. I don’t care that you saw it, I just don’t wanna go there again. But if you saw me draw a symbol, like one that wasn’t a blob, please show me what it was.”

Savannah grabbed a blank piece of paper and a pencil, then slowly drew. When she was done, she slid the paper over to me. “I don’t know what it is, I just know what I saw. And I don’t know why that one is the one you actually drew. Creepy pasta, if you ask me.”

Warner cocked his head to the side. “Isn’t creepy pasta your thing?”