“Oh.” This raised more questions, most of which John wasn’t sure he wanted to go anywhere near
Within moments, Mitch was snoring lightly, but John’s mind was working overtime. He remembered past dreams of Jack and Ben. The Jack in his dreams had certainly looked like Mitch, sounded like Mitch, albeit a younger version. John guessed he could understand why he’d dream of Mitch—Mitch occupied most of his waking thoughts, it was reasonable the man would figure in his dreams as well. But why would he know him as Jack? Mitch had never referred to himself by that name.
Ben. Mitch had talked about his late partner a few times, but the details of John’s dreams had been so…detailed. And John had always been Ben in the dreams. What was all that about? John was too tired to want to think about it, but his mind wouldn’t quit.