Call me Stormy. For today, anyway. Because tomorrow I might be someone else.I can’t tell you my real name, because I don’t know what it is. The truth of the matter is that I don’t know who I am. You might be wondering how that can be. Join the club.My memories begin with overhearing two men planning my murder. You heard me, my murder. I get away from them, but just barely. The only things in my possession are a duffel bag with obscene amounts of cash and a wallet with four driver’s licenses. All with my picture. Don’t ask me how or why I have them – or even if any of them are real – because I don’t know.I don’t know much of anything.All I know is those men want me dead. For reasons still unknown to me. So I’ll run. And I’ll keep running until I can piece my fractured mind back together. But how do you go about remembering the things that most people already know?
When Elena Hayes’ daughter starts to draw disturbing images plucked from her dreams, it’s dismissed as a child’s reaction to the traumatic death of a friend. But soon those drawings become terrifying realities, and Elena must face up to the chilling truth that her child can see the future.A future filled with violent and cataclysmic horrors, if her child’s most recent drawings are to be believed. A future that will see London devastated. A future that ends with the most terrifying event imaginable: nuclear annihilation.Now, Elena must flee the city if she has any chance to save her daughter. But can disaster be outrun? Can she protect her child from a reality that shouldn’t be? Can the future be changed?