Criss was asleep at his desk, dreaming the same dream that was now haunting him. He couldn't understand why he was dreaming this, but all the while he kept on looking for certain clues, something that could help him out. He was now trying to at least get a good look of this girl's face... No, she turned away too quickly. But wait... he now noticed something that wasn't in there before... she was running down a long hallway... it was an impossibly white hallway, maybe this wasn't a real part of the dream... he was now struggling with Joel, on a white floor... hell, they're surrounded with white... What's going on? Joel used Criss' momentary confusion to overtake him, choking and punching him before throwing him off to the side. He stood, raised his gun--
A loud bang from outside the dream startled him awake, and he pushed back in his rolling chair away from the noise. What the--?!
"Glad to see you back in the world of the living, Criss," Costa told him. He braced his hands on his desk, a stack of folders in between them.
Criss blinked at the folders as if they were some alien creature crawling around. "I would say that it's great to be here, but now I'm not so sure about that."
Costa slightly leaned in towards his brother, studying him. "You okay?"
Criss sighed and put his head in his hands, resting his elbows on his knees. "I don't know," he mumbled into them.
"Did you have that dream again?" Costa asked him, very curious. He walked around the desk and stood next to his brother.
"Yeah! I... I keep on having it, Costa! I see the same things, over and over again, and it doesn't stop. I keep on trying to find something that'll help me figure out what this means, but... there's nothing."
Costa could easily hear the frustration in his brother's voice. He had no idea that Criss kept on having the same dream, and frankly it surprised him to hear that. This must be like him dreaming about the number thirteen over and over again. It's making me wonder what going on here... He quickly changed the subject. "Hey, I got a call from Mom, she said that she's almost ready to fly here and can't wait to see us."
Criss looked back at his brother and forced a smile onto his face. "That's great, Costa," he said, somewhat distracted. He always liked seeing his mother every time she came and visited, but right now he was extremely tired and was still thinking about the dream.
Costa noticed this, and set a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, we can figure this out, Criss. Don't worry about it so much, okay?"
Criss sighed. "I'll try not to," he answered. But I wonder if my subconcious will ever stop thinking about it too.












