In the climax of the fall season, as she waited for her boss to come out from the coffee shop, Lerisia could not stop staring at the now colored leaves falling from the trees like a weakened onion flower. Fall has arrived and with it came the chilly winds that Lerisia so desperately needed. For her, the coldness of the breeze was awe-inspiring and yet, bring her such melancholy sensation. It was quite sadistic, but she was familiar with such feeling for a long time. Lerisia wore the colors of that season; A long-sleeve, turtle-neck light brown sweater long enough to reach her hips, black pants, black boots with heels, and a light scarf meant for a elegantly touch. Her hair was no longer too curly, but it was not straight neither, which was perfect for the season. A small sigh came out of her lips, still with that fabulous mauve color. So much has happened that a mere sigh wasn’t enough to describe how Lerisia’s feelings played during the past summer up until now.<br/><br/>Probably the biggest occurrence was discovering that doctor Isaac Richards, her kind and understanding boss who she has admired, was somewhat sick. She was never aware and it wouldn’t be a problem for her to recognize and accept him regardless of his condition. Yet, it was precisely that what she is concerned about: his condition. Her witnessing that bit of theatre last summer took a hit onto her heart...both negatively and positively. Lerisia was truly frightened the following days, her mind was blank, her hands became cold as she looked at him every time. Just what is he? She considered many times, in the secrecy of her own room, to quit her job and move away once again. As much as it seemed a precautionary step, she could not do that. Not ever. It was already painful for her and her children to stay and it was too much to her. In the positive side of things, she was able to be the witness of something, as she believed, that no one has ever see. She already has the full trust of her boss and he might be able to tell more about what the town is about, hopefully.<br/><br/>Now, her children also have some surprising development too. Hannes apparently became more closer to her than before. For some reason, she thought that Hannes was trying to be good for something, but as time passed, that thought faded away. Jon was the most impressive as it showed that his violent behaviour has decreased ever since. The arguments were still present and his constant distant nature towards Lerisia was present. However, he was more calmer than before. Lerisia believed he had finally made friends or that he was found something to distract himself with, most likely a hobby. Despite these changes, that had miraculously happened in Everspring, Lerisia could not let her guard down. Everspring was still a town with hue darker than black and Dr. Isaac seems to be the proof.<br/><br/>Lerisia lowered her head, her eyes closed as her hair fell in front, covering her face. She hears some steps behind her. He was coming. She did not turned, instead she wanted to hear what he had to said first before she could put up a face that can communicate to him her reaction. His first words turned her to face him with marveled eyes. Dream Walker? What? As Lerisia heard his story, she became too perplexed with the details. What the hell was he saying? And helping him? Map a world? This was surreal, a science fictional tale! Lerisia could just stare at isaac with concern, thinking his sickness is getting worse. She wished to know if it was her losing it, or he was lose it, but his tone seemed honest and light-hearted; It made her feel guilty for thinking he is insane. She shakes her head and realizes that he must be telling the truth. Yes, it has to. What she saw was confirmation of his words. Come to think of it, every visit from his patient were kind of strange, with all of them coming out of his office as if they were asleep. His popularity between people with what it appeared to have critical psychological conditions...it all must be part of his dream walker abilities. This just frightened Lerisia more.<br/><br/>When Isaac brought up his opinion about the Mayor and the Sheriff of the town, Lerisia could not help but frown. As of now, Lerisia has met the sheriff a couple of times and he seemed more ruthless than any other officer she had met. She did not think much of him, just that he was an average law officer forcing his profession on the town. As for the mayor, she has not met him yet, so she could not deduce a conclusion as to what type of man he is. Isaac apparently wasn’t very good friends with neither, rather it looked like he hated them and what was odd and perplexing was his reasoning. It was incomplete and somehow hollow. The seed of doubt might have been planted onto her heart now in regards to the other two men.<br/><br/>" I tell you this. Celebrating a damn holiday about a vengeful spirit that takes people's children. Yeah that doesn't scream crazy as hell hillbillies."<br/><br/><br/>A chuckled burst out of Lerisia’s mouth as she shake her head. That was cute. “You should see my childhood neighborhood if we are talking about hillbillies…imagine the big city version of hillbillies.” she commented in response. As soon as she stopped giggly she dropped her smiles and kept looking at her coffee. “I...uh, I don't……” her throat was as close as a knot, but she spoke nonetheless. “Why are you telling me all of this? Aren’t you afraid if I tell someone else?”<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">__________________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/><br/>School day has arrived for Jon and it was not the greatest time for him to go. Despite loving the fall for its weather, he did not like that school started onto his favorite season. For him it was less time exploring and more work with people who he’ll probably find annoying and awkward. It was still morning and he was already tired, still seated on his desk, tapping his pencil down while holding his head with his left hand, trying not to sleep on a classroom room on Saint Catherine’s Catholic high school. It was laughable for Jon to found himself inside a school that calls itself catholic, believing that it was just a brand name to decorate a building with moral attractiveness.  Despite his stance on the educational environment, he does not goes against it. In fact, he invest himself in studies and follows the rules accordingly as a way to keep himself busy, abandon all kinds of troubles and thoughts from home, and to avoid any unnecessary trouble in his free time. For him, it was all a plan he had follow even back in his native city, and must do now in order to not let his anger speak for him. Keep it in under control was already bad enough with all the shit his mother had put on to him. Yes, it was already fucking bad, but maybe now that he has found a new place for himself, he may be able to go through this farce of a new life.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">__________________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Young Hannes did not go to school today. Apparently, the pain in her stomach got worse and is making her almost pull her long, gold-brownish hair off her head in agony. Hannes may not love school and classes, but she isn’t one to be absent on something that is important to her future no matter how boring it seemed to be. Mother always told her that in order to be successful, she must go to university, and to be able to access university, she must study through middle school and high school. It sounded too much, but Hannes wants to become something more than what she is now, and of course, stay righteous in mother’s eyes. At least for now. Yet this pain, dear god, where does this kind of pain comes from? She never felt such sharpness in her insides. She was in her room, lied on her bed facing downward and her head on its side against the pillow. Hannes keep staring at her bedroom’s door, which still hasn’t been covered with her photos of her friends and idols. Fan--freaking-tastic. She must have forgotten, or she was merely being lazy. She had the appreciation to cherish her memories, even more so than Jon, who she believed was an bitter idiot. Hannes slightly moved her hannes underneath her belly and placed it close to the source of the pain. As she closed her eyes, she felt that sharpness once again. She let a long, soft “yeow” out, as in whimpering.