Diane walked down the hall to check up on her sleeping daughter, Amy. The eight-year-old looked sound asleep. Something clutched between Amy's hands caught her attention. It was a glassy, thick ashtray.

'An ashtray? We don't smoke,'� Diane thought as she approached her daughter's bed. She gently removed it from Amy's grasped.

'Don't tell me she astral projected again! Amy, where did this come from?'�

'Tennessee,'�

'Oh lord, where in Tennessee sweet heart?'�

'Train'�mmm'�can I go swimming with Suzie, mommy?'�

'No Amy. Go back to sleep and don't travel again, alright?'�

'Okay mommy.'� Amy turned her body over and went into a deep sleep. Diane sighed and returned to the hall. She examined the ashtray closely. It was old and dark green. She sat at her kitchen table, took a pen, a piece of paper and wrote the words: 'Tennessee train'�. She stuck the paper inside the object and placed it in the book shelf where other strange objects laid to rest.

'Here's another one for the collection. I don't suppose I'll find an address to return this one either eh?'� Diane smiled. She took a quick glance over the other objects. Some came from Africa, others from France and Italy. There were objects from all around the world where Amy went during sleep. Diane took a deep breath and went back to bed.

'Not like I can do much about it,'� She murmured as she dozed off to sleep.

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