[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=b8860b][b]Location:[/b][/color] Qasr El Nil Barracks [/center][hr][hr]
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	Of course Peter didn't believe him outright. That was to be expected, though he did have hope that, as Peter appeared in Reginald's dream the previous evening, he would have been privy to it as the others had described their experiences with shared dreams. It puzzled him that his nephew had not experienced this, or had forgotten if he did, or simply refused to acknowledge it. Then the thought hit him like a ton of canned turnips in the night: Maybe something blocked him from it. Many a soldier in his command had experienced shell shock, and the lack of restful, let alone dreaming sleep was rampant. Reginald himself went through a bout or two of restlessness spotted by horrifying nightmares, either about things he'd seen - or things he'd done. They passed over time, mostly. The thought of what Peter had been through made the Lord Major shudder internally. He likely could not grasp the depth to which the younger Keystone's sleep was waylaid. 

	But concerning his and Vera's participation in a cult, the Lord Major shook his head knowingly. [color=b8860b]"My dear boy, you haven't need to worry about Lady Munn and myself wearing bedclothes and reciting obscure bits of filmflammery. No, Peter. Nor have I "hit the sherry", old boy. You know I'm a whisky man."[/color] He did not expect that the bit of humor would assuage Peter's sense of concern for his poor, addled uncle's mental well-being, but he did hope it would demonstrate that he was not overly defensive nor horribly serious about a hypothetical cult to which he may or may not be affiliated. [color=b8860b]"Though one would not blame the assumption, of course. You should most assuredly ask Vera about your besotted Uncle Reggie's declining mental state, and spare no detail! She may provide better explanation than I am able to offer."[/color] 

	His voice grew quieter, and a touch more serious, [color=b8860b]"But if you would, Peter? I would consider it a favor, a necessary favor, you see, were you to not mention this to anyone not involved. If the men under my command should whisper carelessly, it would jeopardize. [i]Mum[/i], and whatnot."[/color]