Day of the Big Game!

You stare at the calender's year, dumbfounded that you had just had a dream that covered fourteen years. You stand there at your desk wondering if it was a "glimpse" of what could be like that Nicolas Cage film The Family Man.

You rub your face, feeling the stubble present. You might as well shower and get ready for the game, you think to yourself, still reeling from the fact that that was a dream. As you are about to enter the bathroom you hear your mother calling you from downstairs.

"John it's for you! It's Doe!"

Quickly your heart skips a beat and you alter your direction to go towards the stairs.

You bound down the steps, grabbing the phone from your mother's hand as you pass her. "Hey, Doe. What's up?"

"I don't know what is up?" She asks in a peeved tone of voice.

You blink, "Um...are you mad at me for something?"

"You don't remember? Our promise...in third grade?" She asks, her voice shaky.