It happened again that night.
That awful dream; it came back me. What could it possibly mean?
My fingers trembled against the sheets, and my head is shaking, somewhat damp with sweat. I looked around the empty bedroom, finding myself back where I belong. Nothing had happened; it was surely another nightmare I told myself.
I even peered down below, and found that I had wetted the bed. Sure, it was embarrassing, but what could I say about this repetitive prospect that kept coming back to me? Indeed, it's no mere nightmare, but a fate destined for both of us; they all say that while I am a time traveler, I am a seer through my reveries.
But why must this vision be so horrifying?
Am I really going to lose Blaze?