Chapter three

Bacon eggs and taco's...for breakfast?

Sleep didn't go well for poor Abe that night as his mind was attacked time after time by vicious nightmares. All of them involved the drowning of a blond woman, gunfire and strange porcelain dolls that had a horrible demonic glare in their eyes. Each and every time he was startled awake by the screams of a tortured man. He felt relieved that he had escaped the dream yet petrified, because he knew that when he went back to sleep he would have the very same vision. He didn't know how this was possible as dreams were supposed to be random and unpredictable, but in his soul he knew that he couldn't escape these nightmares. His exhausted body couldn't keep his mind from sleep and as soon as he did the dreams assaulted his mind yet again. Strange though the dream was, for some reason it hit home, somewhere deep inside his subconsciousness.

When morning came he was nowhere near refreshed, in fact he felt just as tired, if not more tired, than he had been the night before. At the breakfast table Abe sat with his arms flung across the table and his head flat against the cold wood, his cheek smooshed flat. Red and Liz came blaring in declaring that they wanted the biggest breakfast possible complete with eggs, bacon and tacos. The tacos, of course, being Red's idea. At this Abe thunked his forehead against the table in the hopes that he might lose consciousness? Everything was twice as loud than it usually was and Abe had a cracker of a headache. Liz and red noticed this and instantly hushed to near silence. Red sat next to Abe and whispered.

"Didn't sleep well, huh Blue?"

"Mflmflghr." Abe replied. (Translation: muffle muffle groan)he knew that he could fall asleep at any moment but with the threat of those nightmares surfacing again, he thought he'd better leave it for now.

Manning came in soon after, stating,

"We have a haunted house at 10am and a feral demonic sheep at 3pm. Get your protean and get going."

"Grrrr." Abe half heartedly growled, not bothering to glare. He figured it wouldn't look all that effective with puffy black bags under his eyes and bright red lines in them. He really didn't need that mans pompous attitude today. He felt like crap