Looking around, she realizes she's in her past and the date on her calendar reminded her what's that will become of today. Big red circles overlapping onto one another highlights the day she couldn't wrap her head around, yet it all seems so nostalgic, so inevitable. She found herself frozen in place, while streams of tears unknowingly falling down her cheeks.

She desperately wipes away her tears in surprise, but it did nothing as her tears continue to flow. Her heart begins to sting and her eyes growing red. Naturally, she bit down her lower lip as she's given up wiping her tears. A voice calls by her ears, "Ina?"

She jolted awake, peering all her surroundings. This time, she's in her bedroom again, "It's a dream huh...?" Ina thought to herself. A tear escaped her eye and falling down onto the back of her hand. "Guess the emotions are true," She hugs herself as her thoughts ran wild, making it impossible for her to fall back asleep.

On the other side of town, Wesley lies awake on his bed with Ollie by his side. He stares straight up blankly at his celling, hoping his eyes will tire them out on their own and finally settling into slumber. Minute pass and his eyes still hasn't shown any signs of tiredness, he slowly caresses Ollie's fur beside him. "You asleep Ollie?" Wesley softly calls out. Seeing Ollie having no reaction upon calling her name, Wesley slowly lifts his hand up in fear of disturbing her from her sleep.

Feeling the warmth from her fur fades, Ollie sprung out from her sleep. "Sorry there," Wesley apologizes for waking her up. Ollie shifts her spot closer to him, with her head lying on his chest. "Having difficulties sleeping too?" Wesley asks, stroking her head as he noticed her still lying awake. Ollie falls back to sleep instantly, leaving Wesley alone on his bed.

His mind begins to retrace back his memories, and slowly memories begin to play. There were times where smiles naturally form, and tears rolling down his cheeks from schools. He remembers the time where he had a group of friends who were like a brother to him. He cares deeply about them and completely forgotten himself, like a shadow he follows them around willingly.

Shadows, a reflection of ourselves but only our actions are reflected. Shadows does not show any emotions nor we could see it either. Soon, he found himself lost as he couldn't decide which is the real and which is not. Unknowingly, Wesley became a mere puppet to them. His emotions, thoughts, ideas, opinions are all controlled by them. Their dislike of something is to be followed and their satisfactions are to be tolerate.

Squinting his eyes shut, it nearly brought him back but Wesley quickly presses it down and shutting it shut. Never would Wesley let it out again, never again! Wesley dozes off into the night, only to be waken up again tomorrow with Ollie nearly suffocating him with her fur.