I couldn't tell anyone what was going on, I barely knew what was happening myself. I didn't sleep much either. But when I did, the dreams came. The faces, they seemed so familiar, but I could place my tongue on it. I sat in my room more, I paced the floors. I searched the data on the computers that would relate with anything. Descriptions on the boy, criminal records. But alas, nothing could tame the beast that surged in my soul that search for clues. I was laying in bed, listening to music, mind blank, but at the same time it was racing.

"Rose. Knock knock."

"Hmm?" I said loud enough for whomever it was to be able to hear.

"Are you okay?" It was Slick.

"I've told you all week, I'm fine." The door opened and he's head peered in.

"No you not." He flicked off my music and sat on my bed. "What is it?" I sighed.

"Nothing."

"Come on, tell me. I can feel your negative vibs."

"Slick I've told you-" My words were cut short by a sudden embrace. My body went stiff.

"You can tell me." He said. "Please," He said after a little of silence. I loosened my body in his.

"It's just some nightmares." I said quietly.

"Nightmares?" Slick grasped my shoulders. "What do you mean?"

"Just... It's hard to explain." I couldn't explain, the words weren't coming.

"Can I see?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow, wondering where he was going with this.

"My... Power. The dreams." He started to explain. "I could see them with you. Don't worry it's painless."

"See? Do you really think that you can figure what it all is?" Doubt still hung.

"Of course." I pondered on the idea. "Fine. What do you need me to do?"

"Go to sleep. Leave the rest to me." He said resting his hand on mine. I laid down and closed my eyes. I sat for a few minutes before a much needed sleep took over.

Faces. Words. Screams. It all flashed before my eyes, like a movie in fast forward. But I wasn't alone. Slick' warm hand held mine, and we watched together. I'll admit I cringed here an there, but when he was there it somehow made he experience easier. And then the boy's face, it was stern. We didn't say a word, we just watched.

"Murder." But the dream started to changed, which normally didn't happen. It sounded like we were in a windstorm.

"Slick what's happening?!" I shouted over the wind.

"I'm not sure!" It felt like I was spinning, like a dizziness over came me. And the scene was different, the movie was slower. It played like a movie unfolding in my mind. I tried to talk, but no words. Like I was on mute.

"Where do you think you're going?" The same boy had his arm crossed, leaning in a doorway. Blocking... Me?

"Move out of my way."

"You had orders to stay put." He had said.

"You don't tell me what to do." 'Me' tried to push past the boy.

"Nope."

"Move. Aren't you sick of following orders? Of playing the role of dog?" Her voice started to raise. The scene changed again, and 'I' wasn't in it.

"She won't remember a thing about you." A man said in a black suit.

"Good."

I shot up, gasping for air. Clinging to anything.

"Shh." Slick was beside me.

"Him. He's my brother."