"The dreams started a few months ago," he said. "Dreams of fields. Fields of grapes and olives, which is weird enough. I'm not even sure if I knew how olives grow, but in the dream, I knew that's what they were. I--" "Daniel?" Sam's voice. We could hear all three of them tramping through the bushes. Kenjii got up, growling. "You tell them, girl," Daniel muttered. "No rest for the weary." "No," I said. "No rest for the endangered."