Back to Jeff's

You're not sure if the dream meant anything. You're not even sure if there's anything to religion or spiritually, but if ever there was a sign from the heavens, that dream sure felt like it. And if all it took to check on Tina was to look like a fool going back to Jeff's for no appearant reason, then you would do just that.

Idiotic to visit a person like Jeff at 4 in the morning? Undoubtedly. Worthwhile? It shouldn't take long to find out.

The stars are quite beautiful you think to yourself, looking up into the dark sky long enough to let your eyes adjust from headlights of incoming cars. Relying on peripheral vision for a bit to witness the sky's nightly gems for the next few minutes.

You could turn on the radio, return in hopes of hearing Beethoven once more, but the moment didn't feel right. Too soon after a nightmare, too soon before what you suspected might be an intense confrontation.

You're not far now, and the hellish feeling of still being in the dream began to fade.

You could still turn back. You could turn around in that driveway and act like you never left your home, go back to sleep in your comfy bed and wake up fully refreshed, ready to forget any of this ever happened...

You shake your head and grip the steering wheel tighter as you pull up next to the house. No. It's not worth taking the chance that she might be in danger. She's probably fine, I'll just check the window and make sure...then it'll be fine, and I'll go home reassured that nothing's wrong. It's just stupid dreams, nothing else.

"This is it. Just a quick tip toe to the window.." you whisper as you look over the house. The lights were still on.

"No no no no no please be wrong please be wrong me, maybe it's nothing..." You bite your lip and wait to see if you can make out movement for a few minutes. Eventually the waiting becomes unbearable and you open the car door, walking up the driveway to the front door. The blinds and curtains were closed, yellow light emitting from the edges. The yellow light that proved the lights were still on. Maybe it was nothing, maybe they just forgot to turn them off or they're staying up late, maybe Tina went home and Jeff just passed out. Maybe...maybe..

And that's when you hear a shout. Faint enough through the thick brick walls that the neighbors would never notice, but just loud enough that you barely did. It sounded ****, afraid, helpless...not far off from the shouts in your dream, and it sent chills down your spine.

What now? You're not ready for this.