((Sorry if this messes up anything but I had no idea what else to post.))<br/><br/>Waking up with a start and feeling pain creep through his body, Vergil groans as he stands and looks out the window.  Immediately he noticed something was wrong, but what he couldn't place his finger on it.  Going over to the single window, Vergil looks hard and long until he takes a step back and gasps as he realizes what is the matter.  The world had frozen.  It wasn't ice or anything like that, just that the clouds in the sky, the leaves blowing across the lawn, the few moths and other insects that were hovering about a nearby street lamp, all of it had stopped.  Something dark passed by his window and Vergil woke up with a start in his bed.  How in the world?  What was that just now?  Looking out the window again, he sighed in relief to see that everything was alright.  Looking to his violin case, the young man sat up fast when he saw that the case was empty.  Hearing a small clatter by his bed, he immediately calmed down when he realized he had fallen asleep with it.  Picking it up and putting it away, Vergil got back into bed and didn't wake up until the morning.<br/><br/>((A bad dream or a portent to darker things?  I used the old P3 set up as the basis of the nightmare...if you want to call it that lol.))