The rain has stopped now, and Seb and I are splashing our way back home through the puddles.

‘What do you reckon it was that Mam and Billy wanted to tell us?’ says Seb.

‘Haven’t a clue,’ I say, happily. It’s probably something to do with the fence, but I don’t really care.

‘Hey, Malky. All that Dreaminator stuff? We’ve been talking about it a lot, yeah?’

‘Mm-hmm.’ We certainly have. In fact, Susan, Seb and I have talked about little else for days. I have had no more waking dreams, and nor has Seb. Just normal, crazy ones that we both forget shortly after waking.

‘Thing is, Malky, I’ve stopped talking about it to other people. Not Erin, not Hassan … I reckon they will think we’re nuts.’

‘I think you may be right, Lil-Bro.’

‘So, we don’t tell anyone, eh?’

I put my arm round his little shoulders and smile.

‘Seb, my friend, I wouldn’t dream of it.’

THE END