<strong>Robert</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>:A dock at the old railroad<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:Al<br/><hr/><br/>Listening to the phone ring on the other end, Robert leaned back on his skateboard, his eyes looking up at the cover that hung over the dock. Somehow he felt stupid calling his classmate about a dream, but he couldn’t get the idea out of his head that Al might understand. Looking at one of the spots on the overhang he could almost make out shapes in the broken pieces of wood when Al answered the phone.<br/><br/>Surprised when Al answered the phone, it took him a second to get his voice to work. “Hey Al… Sorry for calling so late.” Sitting back up, he leaned on his knees as he thought of how to start talking about his dream. “I remembered that you said you didn’t sleep much so… Anyway… I’m out at the old railroad to clear a bad dream out of my head and just thought I would call.”<br/><br/>He was rambling and knew it. Robert hated when he did rambled. It was one of the reasons he didn’t talk much to people. He always thought it made him sound nervous or afraid of something. He was use to being alone and enjoyed his solitude most of the time. Even sitting on a deserted dock in the middle of the night hadn’t fazed him… But for some reason the dream had…<br/><br/><br/>