<strong>Sunset Club</strong><br/><br/>Alan's forehead was cold and clammy, and he was a little shaken by the intensity of the dream, but he seemed to be otherwise fine.<br/>"Ugh, sorry Mary, you're right, I was dreaming, but it was more like a vision of sorts. It felt like some sort of origin story. The details are still fuzzy though. I'll have to try to recall them."<br/><br/>He spun around in the booth and tried to get to his feet. Aside from being a little sore, he was able to move with little difficulty. "Thanks also for the medical attention. I'm just glad that didn't end worse than it did. On our way to pizza I got a sense that someone nearby was in danger. We ran into one of those things, and we had to fight. The kid got away, I think, but . . . we had to put his father down."<br/><br/>Alan hung his head solemnly for a moment, then quickly grabbed for a slice of pizza. As he slumped down back into another booth slightly further from Mary, he pulled his notebook out of his bag and started scribbling again, the cold pizza dangled from his mouth. He pulled the pizza out to say "Sorry, I've got to try to remember these details so I have to get it on paper." He put the pizza back into his mouth and only then remembered to say with a mouth full of food; "I'm still listening though, we can keep talking."