Len found himself bolt upright the next morning in a cold sweat. He'd had a bad dream. He wasn't sure what the dream was but its made the vulnerability and awkwardness  he'd felt last return full force. It terrified him since he never felt this way before. He brought a trembling hand up to his sweaty forehead, remembering the dream vividly.<br/><br/>he'd been on a long boardwalk protruding out over the ocean about a quarter-mile. It had felt like he'd been looking for a girl he felt he knew in the large crowd surrounding him. He was obviously frantic, since he was literally bowling people over calling out to her. Whatever she and him had been doing must have started out as a game since when the dream started he was enjoying the time he spent with her.<br/><br/>When he passed a attraction tent to his left, he was waylaided by someone in the tent. Inside the tent, he'd whirled on his assailant, ready to defense himself when he recognized the dark-haired, blue-eyed girl he'd been freaking out looking for. He'd started yelling at her, scaring her as he shoved her against a pole supporting the tent entrance. She'd started to withdraw into herself as he finished yelling at her but got a shock when he passionately kissed her, halfway lifting her off her feet pressing firmly against the pole.<br/><br/>He'd woke up at that point. He knew he seen the girl before but he couldn't place her. It was like he'd knew her but didn't know her. Trying to figure her Identity out made his head hurt. Frustrated, he got up and took a shower to get his mind off it.<br/><br/>After the shower, he dressed in a black v-neck t-shirt and a pair of white pants and brushed his teeth twice due to his growing anxiety. He put a pair of socks on and a sapphire pendent his sister had given him when he turned 19. He was still trembling as he left his room. He wasn't sure where to go but he wasn't going far since he foregone his sneakers. For some unknown reason, he quickly and silently padded to Emma's door. He couldn't explain it, but he felt the need to be near her for a while.<br/><br/>He knocked softly, hoping he wasn't disturbing her by seeing her so early in the morning. He knew he'd look awful to anyone else. He didn't care, he just needed to talk to someone before he lost it. He couldn't seem to stop shaking. He felt like the fear from the dream had actually taken a hold of him.<br/><br/>"Emma, Its me, Len," he called through the door, his voice noticeably shaking, "If you're up and can hear me, can I come in, please? I need your help."