"Do you think she's there?" You ask, remebering the dream.
"Nah," Dave replies, confident he's right.
Well, he's wrong. You bike up the driveway to the kitchen door and
you see Barbara's bike.
"Oh no!" You and Dave cry.
You go in looking for her, hoping she's still
alive.
The time is three in the morning. You and Dave are carrying
flashlights.