I didn't get it.

I knew Willows was strange from the moment I laid eyes on it. But I never allowed myself to indulge in the thought. For instance, when i first met Mr Tommy, he was supposedly lame. At least that was what he insisted. So when I saw him going for an early morning run, i decided to forget the conversation we had had.

But Mr Tommy wasn't strange to me. It was the night, nine years ago. The first time I arrived here. There was a meteor shower. I was sat in that same old bench in the back garden of the hotel. The meteor shower wasn't strange. What was strange was what it caused.

I found myself sitting in the middle of a yellow forest. It was broad daylight. I heard the sound of horses riding towards me, the sound of women giggling and little children playing around. I was sure i...