Micky fell asleep soon after they left the gas station. It wasn't late, but he was exhausted from the trauma he faced earlier. Michael focused his attention on the road, trying to get out of there as soon as possible. He was paying so much attention to driving that he didn't even hear Micky when he started to whimper in his sleep.

Micky thrashed around in the blankets, crying softly. He had to get away...get away...

"Micky."

"Who are you?"

The blond man smiled. "My name is Peter."

Micky gasped. "Y-You're—"

Peter silenced him with a wave of his hand. "None of that. I know Michael told you about me."

"H-How are you in my dream?"

Peter smiled. "I'm sorry for making a scene, but I had to get into your head. I want to communicate with you, you see. Michael blocked me out."

Micky gulped. "What do you want with me?"

Peter still had that creepy smile on his face. "I want you to meet me."

"What?"

"Meet me, Micky."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you have something I want. And I believe I've got something you want as well."

Before Micky could ask, Peter disappeared and what he saw instead made him scream. Davy, his mother, and two of his three sisters were tied up, bound, and gagged. Davy appeared unharmed otherwise, but the three humans were bloodied and bruised. Peter reappeared before Micky could assess the situation any further.

"Let them go!" Micky demanded.

"Oh, I plan to. That is, if you choose to meet me. If not, well..."

"Well what?" Micky tried to swallow, but his mouth felt incredibly dry.

"I'm afraid they'll meet the same fate as little Gina."

It took a moment for Peter's words to sink in. As soon as they did, Micky screamed. "NO!"

Peter shook his head and sighed in mock sadness. "I'm afraid she just wouldn't cooperate."

"You bastard!" Micky fell to his knees. A pretty woman with black hair and blue eyes came forward and helped him up.

"You can still save them, Micky. All you have to do is meet me."

Micky refused to look at Peter for a long time. Finally, he slowly lifted his eyes. "Okay," he said.

Peter smiled. "Wonderful!"

"Where at?"

"I'll tell you the location in your next dream. For now, you're free to go."

Micky nodded and turned to leave, but Peter called out to him at the last minute.

"Oh, and Micky?"

"Y-Yes?"

"Don't tell dear Michael about any of this. If you do, I'm afraid there'll be some dire consequences."