ness. I can feel the nightmare surrounding me as I attempt to push

es as always as my nightmare plays o

This time sounds quieter, her voice is pained, as if something were on top of

from me. I see shadows dancing around as a fire engulfs a car flipped over on its side. I rush over to the scene

but I pay them no attention, simpl

le wa

od

that I know all too well, but I can’t. I can never turn off the images my mind has c

col

ding hard on the thin carpet. I look up and blow out a breath of relief as I see I am

tand, I rub my temples. My heart is beating rapidly and I’m out of bre

lped each other through them, but this one felt different. This was the first nightma

ik

ubbing my hands dow

d all of us to come in for a

ally rob a museum. It was to be at night well after they closed, but he wasn’t counting on a cleaning crew being there pepping for a s

speak of, and it certainly wasn’t

lright?” I nod my head at my brother’s worried face. Brody ha

at him and notice how different he looks. His eyes are red, rimmed with sleep depriva

turn and walk to the bathroom, rel

. Now though, he looks to be using something else. Knowing that Mick wants to speak with everyone is

if he becomes the scapegoat for this opera