"I was dreaming," I said. "Again." "Can't say I blame you." Daniel eased back as I moved away to sit on the ground. "Been having a few anxiety dreams myself." I looked at him and the events of the last day slowly returned. "You shouldn't be here," I said. "I'm still dreaming, aren't I?" "That depends. Am I better looking?" I gave a soft laugh and shook my head. "Do I at least better than I did yesterday?" "No. Sorry." I rubbed my eyes and yawned. "Where are the others?" "Sleeping a couple hundred meters that way." He pointed. "I figured that was far enough from you." "I thought I told you we should separate." "And you expected me to listen? The point was that we shouldn't be close enough together that the bad guys could swoop in and nab us all. Gotta admit, though, when you looked like you were going to sleep in that cabin, even Sam was tempted to join you. We would have, too, if you hadn't come out and set off again." I stretched. "Well, Kenjii isn't tagged. I--" I stopped and blinked harder, then murmured. "Or was a dream...?" "What?" "I shape-shifted in my sleep. But if you were nearby all night and I'm dressed..." "Your T-shirts on backward. Your socks and shoes are off. Your jeans aren't zipped. And I'm pretty sure those aren't Kenjii's." He pointed to two large cougar tracks in a patch of dew-damp earth. "But how...?" "I stayed downwind so Kenjii couldn't smell us. She probably didn't wake because she was exhausted. As for the clothes, I guess you do more than shape-shift in your sleep. Which is convenient."