Call Dave
After about three rings, Dave picks his phone up. "Whatcha
want?" he grumbles.
"Hey, Dave. Sorry I woke you up. Can you come over? I just woke
up from a nightmare about Barbara." You speak hurriedly and
frightenedly.
"Yeah, sorry man. I didn't know it was you. Yeah, I'll come
over. I had one of those nightmare things an hour or two ago. I'll
be over in a few minutes," Dave tells you.
Dave hangs up the phone and you go downstairs to unlock the door.
After getting a few things to eat, you go back up to your room to wait
for Dave. After you sit down on your bed, the door bursts open and a
hooded figure barges into the room holding a
gun.
You wake up from a nightmare as sweat pours down your face and you
try to breathe regularly again. You turn to look at your clock and
notice that your clock is missing. On the other side of your bed you
pick up the phone and dial Dave's number. Dave usually knows what to
do when you don't.
