I wake up in a sweat at two in the morning. Again. My mind is in a panic, for whatever reasons it has been for the last five nights, while I've been on vacation with my godparents, Cho and Michi. Great timing. I knew that I'd have The Nightmare on August 6th, like I do every year, but this is getting a little ridiculous. And I can't tell Cho and Michi, because I don't want to worry them. They don't even know I have this nightmare one day of the year, much less five. In fact, no one knows, except Mai. Oh, Mai. Poor Mai. I can tell she tries to be thankful and grateful and all that, living with Aunt Sakuro and Uncle Tadeshi,  but I know Mai well enough to know better, even though she'd never admit it. I mean, I don't blame her. Over half of her life's a mystery, everything about her past, and I know The Nightmare just makes it worse. It's teasing her. She and I agree that our nightmares have something to do with our accidents, which, oh look, neither of us remember. But my amnesia is better than Mai's. I still remember my family and most of Before,as Mai calls it, and she, as I said, could never remember anything. However, I've always found it odd that our Nightmare, happening on the same day, is supposedly pertaining to two accidents a week apart. That's not to say I don't believe Mai, but I sorta think maybe we had the same accident? Even though it fills me with grief and guilt to even think about my family causing Mai so much pain, maybe the police and the forensics were wrong? I was supposedly found barely breathing at the scene of the accident, a week before Mai woke up, when they found Mai. Now that I think about it, it seems odd that they would think we'd just been sitting out there for a week. But that's not the real question. We were supposedly found in completely different cities, 50 miles from each other. In order for my theory to be true, someone would have to be lying. But who? And why?