<strong>Alfred "Al" Birche</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Baker family house<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Rob, open<br/><hr/><br/>He is quiet on the other end. Almost too quiet; did the call disconnect? No, it's just, at some point during Rob's description of the dream, he kind of stopped breathing.  When Rob poses his question, asking the cat-lover what he thought of the dream, there was a huge exhale of air; a heaving sigh, all too audible. "That there is some serious freakin' shit going on." he was quiet for a moment, thinking; was his room cold? Yeah, maybe it was.  He actually hadn't paid that much attention to it, oddly enough!<br/><br/>"Same sort of dream.  Except in mine, I was wearing a flannel shirt, and my kitten was hitching a ride with me in the pocket." As an aside, during the cooler months, Al always wore flannel. Even when it was still a bit warm out. He loved the feel, the texture, of that particular type of cloth.<br/><br/>"Not sure about shadow people or anything..." He didn't want to talk about it, simply because of the association he had, "but, hey, is it really quiet where you are? Like, horror move, right before the killer appears, quiet? 'Cause the only noises I've heard around me is my own voice, your voice, and Mori's purring." And, well, the phone ringing... and that sound refrigerators make when you open them. But, he didn't want to get side-tracked into an actual list. That would be superfluous.