She was trembling with excitement and apprehension. Laela's dream entry was dated November 1. Violet's calendar showed that the next day's date was November 1. In Laela's dream the golden bridge had begun to sway and fall when the sun was directly overhead at high noon. In Violet's dream she had also known it was exactly noon. Was something going to happen at noon the next day on the Golden Gate Bridge? Maybe the parallels meant nothing. Maybe she was misinterpreting them. But maybe she wasn't, and so much was at stake, she couldn't just ignore her fears. Something had to be done. Worse than that— she was the one who had to do something. Violet lay in bed trying to think what to do. No one could stop an earthquake from coming. She couldn't just tell her parents and hope they would take over and fix things. She could hardly ride through the entire Bay Area on her bike, a modern-day Paul Revere, warning people to evacuate their homes. What could she do? How could she make sure that no one was on the Golden Gate Bridge at noon the next day?
