This is just a little… okay more than a little… something Jane and I wrote back in the day… of like last year. So I thought I'd post it. This first part is mine. (aka I'm Ed.) And the second part is Jane's… but she doesn't want me to post it now because she's insane. Enjoy!

It was nearing dawn and they still hadn't come back. Cynthia had left for dinner at 6:00 with her boyfriend. I was beginning to get very nervous. With my mother and father gone for the week, my stuck up, nosy sister was my responsibility. I didn't understand why Cynthia needed me to be her personal babysitter. Still, even though I trusted her enough to let her go, I couldn't manage to fall asleep with the feeling that something was wrong. I couldn't believe that my eyes weren't even heavy yet for I hadn't slept for almost 24 hours.

Just as the light winter snow began to cease, the sun heaved itself up over the horizon. Dazzling orange, red, and yellow light flowed through my bedroom window. I got up from my crouched position and lumbered off to my bed, though I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep.

I stared out the window from my bed, looking through ice bordered window panes that glistened like diamonds in the rising sun. When I couldn't stand to look at the bright ball of fire any longer, I began to stare up at the bumpy white ceiling instead.

Chills went through me though I wasn't cold. I blinked a couple times when my eyes began to grow weary and were no longer able to focus. I closed my eyes though I still did not feel tired. I did not feel like I was in my bedroom either. In its place was an odd feeling. It was a feeling of worry for my sister. She was sick, sick with something horrible. She choked, and coughed and screamed out with pain until I shook myself out of the memorizing trance.

I gasped with horror for my sister but then calmed myself. Just a dream, I thought. My sister still wasn't home yet though and the sun was just as low in the sky. I didn't usually fall asleep that quickly but when I did, I didn't dream. That was odd, I thought.

I managed to get myself calm enough to be able to drift into unconsciousness for at least a short while. When I woke it was 7:18 am. I had gladly slept dreamlessly and as I reorganized my thoughts, my apartment door swung open. A shocking wave swept through my body as I noticed it was my sister.

"Cynthia… Thank goodness…" I sighed. Cynthia rolled her eyes.

"Alice, you're such a worrywart. You know nothing would ever happen to me!" She scowled and slammed the door as she stomped off to her room. I was glad to have her and her bad temper back in the house. I smiled calmly, much more relaxed. She was okay after all.

I was suddenly very tired so once Cynthia slammed the door, I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

When I awoke, it was 9:13. I quickly rose from my bed and changed and pinned my long, straight, dark hair up into a bun. I headed into the kitchen. My beautiful sister Cynthia stood there, her long blond hair was slightly curled and it stretched to her waist. She had gotten it from my also beautiful mother. Though long hair wasn't in style, she loved it much too much to chop it off. My dark hair I got from my father. He was not very hansom. Actually, by then he was bald. I barely even showed in enough to care about its length.

"What… No hysterics this time?" My sister was also quite snobby. She didn't hide what she thought of her beauty. I sighed.

"If someone says they'll be back by nine or ten and they're back by five fifteen in the morning, I don't thing the person waiting for them would be very relaxed." I snapped.

"You should be glad I came home at all!" She snapped right back. I suddenly recalled my dream- or whatever it was- and an ach planted itself in the pit of my stomach.

"Do you feel alright?" I asked. Her eyebrows knit together.

"Why wouldn't I?" Her tone was so much lighter than before that I almost thought she was serious by that question.

"I don't really know," I answered truthfully. "I just felt like something was wrong last night."

"You're already crazy and now you're getting silly premonitions too?" she howled. She's right, I thought. This is silly. I didn't know what had happened that morning but it seemed so real, unlike anything I'd ever felt. Premonitions or not, I still felt something was wrong.