He sat up rubbing his eyes; the nightmares had been back once more. Pushing the stake into his best friends chest, into his heart. Watching him turn into dust, dust to be simply hovered up and to disappear. Leaving no body for him to be remembered by.

"Nina?" he murmured shaking his sleeping girlfriend awake. A small sigh came from her as she began to sit up rubbing her eyes.

"Yes George?"

"I like Michelle. We should name her Michelle."

As he said this memory's came flinging back of his best friend, of Mitchell.

"I like Michelle too George," she replied smiling sadly, "our little Michelle."