<strong>Robert Long</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>:A dock at the old railroad<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:Al, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Robert chuckled at his joke. He was one of the few people around that got Al’s humor, even though he didn’t much like it. “Yeah I know… Live fast, die young, and leave a good looking corpse,” he said in his normal reply to some of his friend’s jokes.<br/><br/>“You want to talk about weird dreams… I’ve been having this dream for the last week. It’s always the same. I’m in the school parking lot. It’s foggy and in one of the upstairs windows I can just make out someone but can’t make out who it is,” he said telling Al, not really giving him time to say anything, “It says something like “It’s time,” or “Times come” or something like that… I think some of the others from school were there but I’m not sure.” Taking a breath before continuing, “Anyway, when I woke up my room is really dark and cold. I don’t just mean cold I mean as in playing in snow all day cold… And I could have sworn I saw people moving around in the shadows…” Pausing again, he took a breath to calm his heart at the remembered dream. “So tell mister dream… What do you make of that one?”<br/><br/><br/>