After Jason finished with going to the police station with Brian's parents, he stared out the taxi window. As usually the police station was bustling with activity. Crime was at an all time high, and the Night Dragon hadn't contacted him for several days. The past few days Jason would just lay on the spare bedroom bed, and occasionally bawl his eyes out. Silence didn't help him keep his mind off...everything. Brian's parents frequently asked if he wanted to talk to a counselor, or a therapist. It wasn't often since they had busy jobs at banks and accounting firms.
It felt like eons since the last time he rode in a taxi. Every day used to be the same schedule. Wake up, school, home, dinner, bed. He realized that every night he had clear dreams. For the past year, he always had the same reoccurring, vivid dreams. Each one looked and felt real, but he thought that was how everyone saw dreams. One day, a few weeks after he met him, Brian asked him why he had so many dreams. Jason casually shrugged and muttered that he didn't know. The truth was, he really had no clue.
He couldn't muster the courage to open his journal again after reading all that crazy stuff. Sure, he had weird dreams, but it wasn't like he remembered them. Like most people Jason could recall it for about 5-10 minutes, then completely forget it. A few days after he started freaky sleeping, Jason wrote them in a notebook. It was something he did subconsciously after so much time, like breathing and blinking.

"Jason," Brian tapped the spare room door and walked in, "how you doing?"

"Awesome," Jason said, facedown on a pillow, "sorry, I just get snappy after a while alone."

"Yeah you're acting like my sister," Brian snickered, "Brian, go away. Brian, I don't care about that. Hey, go and hack a restaurant menu. Seriously, a menu?! What am I, 5?!"

"You have a sister?" Jason lifted his head up, "you didn't tell me."

"Twin sister actually," Brian sighed, tripping over the carpet, "I don't like to talk about her. She's so narcissistic, going to a fancy boarding school. Always bragging she's the better hacker. Blasting weird music that sounds suspiciously like Harry Potter through the walls."

"Hey," I hold up my hands, "at least you have...a s-sibling." Jason choked at the thought of his parents again. Once he settled down at Brian's, mourning hit him like a freight train. "A-Anyways, does she ever come over here?"

"Oh yeah she's visiting today, it's spring break," Brian spun into his desk chair.

"What's her name?" Jason tried not to sound creepy, sadly he just sounded like a lost puppy.

"Well I call her Lila to annoy her," Brian was already hacking into some file, "but her full, weird name is Akillah."

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"So your telling me," Brian raised his eyebrows sarcastically, "that you got a secret message from a diary, that you write your dreams in, and it told you to find my twin sister?"

"Pretty much."

"First off, that's not the craziest thing we've dealt with. Second, that's completely crazy."

"What do you think we should do?" Jason raised his eyebrows, giving Brian a dull expression.

"Well...um..." Brian sighed and spun around in his chair.

"We won't freak her out-"

The doorbell rings, causing Jason to flinch. Before he even stands up, he hears Brian's parents open the door. With a groan Brian walks out of his room, shaking his head. He must really despise her, Jason thought.

"This," Brian comes back in with a girl with a lot of the same features, "is Akillah. Or as I call her, Leeeeeela."

The girl jabbed him in the stomach with her elbow and rolled her eyes. She had his black hair and dark brown eyes. Akillah also had the same nerdy tone, but had more confidence. Thin black glasses rested on her nose, making her seem more mature, but still not an adult. She wore a white shirt with a black jacket, with jeans. This girl didn't strike Jason as Night Dragon material, but he couldn't be sure.

"Nice to meet you," Jason grinned sheepishly and felt like a dork.

"Hi," she inclined her head then turned back to Brian, "why did you want me in here again?"

Her voice isn't Night Dragon's...could she change it?

"Jason just lost his parents," Brian explained, "thought maybe he would need some company."

"Seems fine to me," Akillah squinted at him.

"Oh thanks," he frowned.

"Why don't you go back to thinking you're better than me?" Brian suggested.

"I don't stop doing that," Akillah pointed out, "and that's because it's true. Bye Jase."

"Please don't call me Jase," Jason called to her as she left, "makes me feel like a jerk."

"Now do you see why I don't talk about her?" Brian sat back down, "she's like...a mean person!"

"Let me guess," Jason said, "she is popular, sassy, and loves to be left alone."

"Right, right, and right."

"Let's go stalk her," Jason gets up.

"Sounds amazing, but we're going to get caught."

"I have nothing to lose," Jason starts and Brian slaps him.

"Stop thinking that way!" Brian almost shouts, "you keep directing your thoughts to that sentence, next thing I know, your going to become the Night Dragon! Don't you dare consider that, I know that face."

Jason opens his mouth to talk, but nothing comes out. He wants to burst into tears, but guys don't do that often. He hated it, how girls can cry about chipping a nail. But if a guy cries, it is too weird to look at. A beep comes from Brian's computer, his eyes divert to it.

"Oh great," Brian spins around to look at his computer.

"What?" Jason leans down to see it.

"She's back," Brian pulls up a police report, "another crime scene. Common house robbery, but why would Night Dragon show up at it? There's been 3 in the last week. Let me look at it."

"I know that address," Jason points at a sentence, "that's Alina's house."

"Wait," Brian grabs his arm as Jason turns to leave, "where are you going?"

"To talk with Night Dragon."

"Why?!"

"It's time to find out who she is."