That night, his dreams were strange. He dreamt of Lily but she was different. Her eyes glowed as she took him, her body changing but he couldn't focus on anything but her eyes. He was aware of other people...no, things in the room. They wanted to hurt him. To kill him. Only Lily's will kept them from jumping him and ripping him limb from limb. Still, her eyes drilled into him, commanding his attention. She wanted something from him but he wasn't able to understand what. He could sense her disappointment and felt her recede from him, giving the others free rein. He woke when the first of them landed on his chest.
He sat bolt upright in bed, the alarm blaring today's weather. He looked around the room, trying to make sense of the dream. He gave up and went into the kitchen, grabbing a soda
