Amy felt... incomplete. Lost. Confused. But mostly incomplete. As she sat on a lawn chair in the late afternoon sun, she felt something missing. She just couldn't place it. Something was wrong.
Lately, Amy had been having weird dreams. Potato-like men, salt-shaker robots, and statues that seemed to move. Roman times, buzzing spaceships... and people. The people were harder to remember. She'd dreamed of them before, she was sure of it. Their faces were ones that could not be forgotten. Not easily, at least.
But where had Amy seen them? She searched endlessly for a glimpse of the two men, but to no avail. And since she couldn't remember their names, it was no use. She would just have to keep dreaming of them.
And dream of them she did.