“I don't know! I'm trying to tell you that!” a man yelled from another room. Kayla woke from her bedside. Yet she knew it to be another dream after seeing herself as a little girl again. She walked the halls in her blue silk pajamas, following the angered man’s voice. Kayla could hear a woman arguing with Conner in her semi-oriental dialect.
“Who are they Conner?” the woman asked again, not believing his story.
“I’m trying to tell you, Michelle, I don’t know!” Conner yelled louder.
“Shh!” Michelle motioned a finger across her lips. “You'll wake her!”
Conner sighed, rubbing his temple.
“We’ve got threatening phone calls going on for about a week now.” Michelle explained. “Didn’t you check to see where they—”
“I did, hun.” Conner dropped his hand forcefully. “It returned a blocked numb
