Faith closed the door of the motel room, breathing deeply through her nose. She had a nagging feeling in her stomach that wasn't going away, ever since her dream from the night before.
She flipped open her phone and dialled Xander's number.
"Hello?" Xander asked, sounding half asleep.
"Hey, it's me, uh, sorry it's so early," Faith replied.
"That's ok, what's up?"
Faith paused for a moment.
"Faith?" he tried again.
"Yeah, I'm here... listen... what do you know about prophecy dreams?" she asked.
"Um..." Xander thought for a second. "Well, they're stoppable. The fact that you've had the dream means you have the chance to stop it. But are you sure it's... I mean, dreams aren't really prophecies, Faith. You dreamt that the Hellmouth was going to be opened again and you stopped it."
"I know, but... ok, well, I'm one step ahead, and I want to stay that way."
"What happened?" he asked.
"It's sketchy," Faith replied. "But the main point was Sam. Something... and I don't know what yet - but it blindsided me. He was gone before I knew what had happened. And I know he can look after himself, but..."
"It could just be nothing," Xander told her, but his tone was unsure. "I mean, what else did you dream about last night?"
"I... that Angel and I opened an office supply warehouse in Vegas." Faith paused again. "But this one felt different. It felt... just... can you research it? Get Wesley on it too. All of the Watcher- y contacts. I want to know everything I can about these sorts of dreams."
"Will do," Xander replied. "But Faith?"
"Mmm?"
"Don't worry unduly, k? It really might be nothing."
"I know," she replied quietly. "But it's Sam."
"I'll call you when I have more info."
"Thanks."