Blaze was running around town. In middle of a snow storm. He had nothing on. Just a T-shirt and shorts. He ran all around like his life depended on it.

"The tickle monster is going to get you!" A voice whispered in his head. His eyes widen.

The image of his brother leaving flashed his mind

Blaze tried to shake it off.

Later as he kept running. A new vision came in mind. Jackie's cold, still body.

Blaze stopped dead in his tracks.
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