John: Feeling better? John: Why? What’d you dream about? John: Sounds more like a warning, prophecy even, than a dream, to me. John: Maybe you’re a prophet. Rayne: Yeah, except for the med-induced weird ass messed up dreams. Rayne: I was being chased by mysterious and mythical creatures as the towns people cowered in fear. Rayne: Maybe I am a prophet. Rayne: As it was delivered unto me, now I deliver it you. Rayne: Be wary. Rayne: For The Dragon-Sheep are coming.