And yet, as much research as he did, the man in the mask kept appearing in his dreams. He still had no clue who he was, it was nearly driving him insane, just wanting to know who he was. Almost a week, now, Maddox remembered. He’d been appearing in his dreams for almost a week now. He just wanted to know he was. To have him not be a stranger. It had to mean something, didn’t it? But that night, he had the same dream for the 6th night in a row. He was floating on his back in the chilled waters, next to the man in the mask.