They lived in a world where things that go bump in the night are not mysterious, where images at the edge of your vision are never in question, and where deja-vu was the norm, not just a random occurrence. Rod Serling would say it was the world of the Twilight Zone. However, it was a world shared by David Cutter, Regina, and Joshua. It was the world of the dream wanderer. Like separate threads in a blanket their lives were weaved into life's pattern--part of a greater whole, not knowing their paths would soon cross, that the unfolding of their very different lives would weave inextricably together. On separate tangents their worlds whirled through the cosmos, supposedly unrelated and distant from each other, but destined to intersect at a single point in time.