Author's note: To not confuse people and to make it easier on myself, I changed the type of lettering on the times. Now they will be underlined. I will try to update the previous chapters to match up. I will also change the year to 2011. I also just saw the weird thing going on with Chapter 5, and I will take care of it as well as with other mistakes that I find.

November 23, 2011 12:29 A.M.

Alexa sat in her seat in her math class waiting irrepressibly for the bell to ring. She hated her math class almost to the point of wanting to burn the building down so that she wouldn't have to go. He teacher acted as if everyone know all of the math that she know and expected them to ace all of her test even though she clearly based the scores on favoritism. All that she wanted was at least a bit of help but all that she got was "you should know this by now" as a answer. What an undutiful answer.

"So, what did you get on the test?" Her friend Clarissa asked, sitting on the wooden part of her desk.

"Another D." She answered flatly while holding up the paper to prove it, with her other hand holding her head up.

"Oh, don't worry, you'll get the hang of it soon." Clarissa said patting Alexandra's shoulder.

"Thanks for the support." She sounded as if she was going to pass out.

"What's wrong, did you have one of your late night Animarathons?" Clarissa said shaking her to keep her awake.

"No, I do that on Fridays, thank you." She took her hand away and chuckled, "No, I just kept having nightmares."

"Did you eat something spicy? Or watch a scary movie? Or sleep with no pillows?"

"No pillows? That gives people nightmares?" Alexandra asked, puzzled by the connection that it presented.

"Oh yeah, every time I sleep and my head slips off the pillow, I always get a nightmare."

"No," Alexa said, "I didn't do anything to get a nightmare."

"Well, if it was scary enough to wake you up, it might have been a night terror."

"Sounds horrible."

"It is. They mean that something is wrong with either your life or your brain and you might have to see a doctor for those."

"I'm sure it'll pass."

The bell rang, announcing the beginning of lunch. Clarissa walked to her desk and put on her backpack. Alexandra tried to stand but needed her arm to keep herself from falling down.

"You poor thing." Clarissa said as she helped Alexa get her backpack on and walk out of the classroom.

"Just get me somewhere where none of our friends will wake me up." Alexa mumbled as she tried to stay conscious.

Clarissa practically had to carry Alexandra as they miraculously made it pass there hang out that was nearly across the campus from their last class but kept on walking.

"Hey," Their friend Pete asked as he noticed the two passing by.

"Just getting Alexa to a place to crash." Clarissa answered.

"Why, she wasn't at David's party. Oh by the way Carl, sorry for kicking you in the balls. I really thought you were a burglar."

"Oh ha ha," Carl replied sarcastically, "The black guy is obviously the most suspicious guy in any house."

"Come on man don't make me look racist."

Clarissa and Alexa headed to the back entrance of the music room as the two argued. That's Clarissa's boyfriend for you, Alexa thought to herself, always playing the race card.

But in a town with a low African American population it wasn't a mystery to why he would. The town used to be one of the most racist parts of the country that wasn't a part of the south back in the 50s. So all of the blacks are actually new to the town's society compared to the white's.

"Ok, you just sit here and sleep all you want. This is far away from anybody and the walls are sound proof enough to drown it out from where we are now," Clarissa explained as she laid Alexa down.

"Thanks Clary." Alexa said as she was a bit more awake for the time being.

"And you can use my jacket as a pillow since it's a bit less cold now." Clarissa sighed, "I will never understand this global warming."

"You're the best Clary."

"Thanks. Just sleep for now. Holla if you need anything."

Within seconds Alexa was out like a light. The dream she had was the same as before. She was in this desert-like wilderness with a cloudy orange sky above. Everywhere she looked there was death. Dead animals, dead foliage, dead people. Even the air smelled dead. All of this led up this path, and as she walked along it she saw the death intensify. Bodies began to be piled up everywhere. Bodies on fire, bodies chopped in half, limbs mutilated, eyes and tongues ripped from their sockets. Small trees and plants became forest of burning trees. A clearly visible stream of rich, red, blood laid along side the trail. But as she walked the stream became a river that would mouth into an ocean that seemed to go on for miles, as well as the pile of bodies.

But what really terrified her were the crows, eating people alive. Tearing there flesh away from their bone and muscle. The people screaming in pain until they died from their loss of blood that all drained into the ocean. Once she reaches that sight she woke up, a hot flare of anxiety overwhelming her skin. She felt suffocated, as if she was holding her breath the entire time she slept.

"Trouble sleeping?" A voice said from behind her.

She turned around and saw that it was Dream, sitting on the railing of the ramp that was the entrance to the music building, "Oh, it's just you." She said, still panting.

"I herd you talking in your sleep." Dream said swinging his legs back and forth, "Is everything alright?"

"You were watching me sleep?" She asked, a bit uncomfortable.

"Well I didn't want to wake you." He said in defense, "I know I wouldn't want to be."

"You probably should of."

"Are you having bad dreams? Cause I learned that the perfect cure for that is ice cream."

"Ice cream?" She asked, more confused then when they usually talk.

"Oh yeah, it takes your mind away from what ever is going on that causes them and poof. No more bad dreams.

"I don't think ice cream is going to work for what's causing my nightmares."

"Hey, it's just a thought. But like I was saying you were talking in your sleep." He jumped off the railing and sat next to Alexa, who was now sitting with her back resting on the wall.

"What was I saying?"

"Stuff like: Get me out of here, and: Wake up. Were you stuck in a box or something?"

"I wish I dreamt that instead of what I was really going through in my dream."

"Well, like I said: ice cream."

"So, is there a reason other then watching me sleep that you came to see me?"

"I wasn't watching you sleep." He said as she laughed, "I just wanted to see you every chance I get. I tried this morning but you weren't here."

"Yeah, Missy's alarm clock didn't go off. That's what she said, but I think that she didn't set it."

"Reminds me of when I was going to school. I could probably count the days that I came on time on one hand."

Alexandra laughed, "Yeah, you were lazy."

Clarissa walked over to where they were, "Hey Alexa who's this?"

"Don't you remember? It's Dream. That guy that moved away two years ago. He's the one who started pet day in Mr. Frable's class."

"Oh yeah, he's also the one who put honey on everyone's interment before the concert." Clarrisa said crossing her arms.

"Oh come on Clarinet," Dream said childishly, "You said you wanted the concert to be sweet!"

"Your such a smart ass!" Clarrisa said laughing, "So are you feeling better Alexa?"

"Yeah, I thing I can make it until ceramics."

"It was nice seeing you again Dream, talk to ya later." Clarrisa said as they walked back to reunite with the group.

"Bye Dream." Alexa said.

"Yeah, see ya." Dream said waving good bye. He sighed, "They are so happy. And I try to pretend that I'm the old me." Darnsel hovered down from the roof to land on the railing behind Dream, "But I'm not the same person, am I Darnsel."

"You're not in the same body, and the mind that you're using is only a rental. But your soul is still yours."

"What's the point of having a soul when you can feel normal? And how do I remember if I don't have the same brain?"

"Whenever something happens and is filed as a memory in anyone's world, a mind like the one your using can take it from the air, think of it as the place triggers a memory."

"Is that why I can see my mother being killed every time I enter the house?"

"Precisely."

Dream walked and leaned on the walk to watch the group mingle amongst one another. Some old faces, others that he had never seen before. But when he noticed someone in particular he hugged the wall in fear of being recognized.

"Wait, is that…Kathy?" Dream whispered to himself.

It was. Her hair was cut short with orange tips and she was wearing a red long sleeved, button up shirt with a short black skirt. Her style was different but he could never forget that face. That smile that could melt snow, her eyes that would dazzle Dream into submission, as well as her heart shaped face that ironically was giving to a heartless person, or so she claimed.

"Is that her?" Darnsel asked.

"Yes. It is." Dream exhaled.

"No wonder I couldn't find her. I was searching for her old look. I apologize for my carelessness in obtaining the information you hankered after."

"No sweat friend." Dream assured with a smile.

"Your next order sir?"

"Next up Kathy's house. I need to see if my mind will play out in the real life."

November 23, 2011 4:19 P.M.

"You wanted to see me sir?" Detective Gomez asked to Police captain Baker as she entered his office.

He held up a finger as he talked on the phone, "Yes, Thank you. I really appreciate this. Bye."

Gomez was feeling like she barged in on something important, "Sorry."

"No it's ok, please, have a seat." As she walked to the chair and sat Baker continued to talk, "I checked with the guys at autopsy and they said that you weren't even near the place. I knew I could trust you. So as promised, the case is yours."

"Oh, well thank you sir." Gomez actually smiled as she spoke, feeling a bit grateful for something as normal as receiving a case that she was suppose to get in the first place.

"I just need to ask a couple of questions so that I can complete you witness report to get all of the facts straight." Baker continued.

"Shoot."

"Randy in CSI said that non of the bodies had any alienated finger prints on them. It might be hard to remember now but was the perpetrator wearing gloves?"

"No. He wasn't." Patricia answered.

"Did he use a knife, or any other kind of implement?"

"No, I saw him do it all with his bare hands."

"Did he have anything distinct about him, a scar, tattoo, something. Your previous reporter forgot to ask that."

His fucking face is a dead give away for sure, She thought, but will that actually be a mark? It could have been make up. Don't tell him then.

"None that I could see sir." She said after that second of thinking.

"Listen," Baker said taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes, "the court wouldn't believe this kind of case in my opinion. One of the victims had there head bashed in as if Gallagher mistook him for a watermelon. I wouldn't believe you either but, the autopsy report tells of a shoe print on the remains of the kids face. I don't think that this is any normal killer."

"So your saying that the guy I saw isn't human?"

"I don't know," Baker said leaning back in his chair and resting is hands on his grey haired head., "But I don't want you to do anything dangerous."

"I don't need to be babied sir."

"I know but, I just don't want you getting hurt."

Gomez hated it when the captain told her to not get in trouble. She was tired of handing the easy cases. All that she ever wanted was to go on the roller coasters and he kept her on the kiddy rides.

"Just try to get a lead on the guy," Baker continued, "Probably search near that liquor store for a hide out like an abandoned building or a property that's out of a lease. There should be quite few in that area. So, any questions?"

Patricia starred at the wall for a moment then said, "Yeah, are you going to have some boys in blue watch over me as I work like the last few times?"

"Okay, okay I won't have anybody look after you. Besides, they would be distracting you and I've learned through the years that attention is more important than protection."

"Good advise sir."

"Thank you. It'll be in my biography," He joked, "Now, carry on with your duty."

"Thank you sir, I'll get right on it."

She stood up and left the room. After she closed the door behind her she couldn't help but feel that he isn't going to keep his promise. He never could. He cared about Patricia too much.

November 23, 2011 5:20 P.M.

Alexandra exited the book store with a bag in her hand. She was actually a bit excited since she was carrying the only manga that she needed to finish her collection of favorite mangas. It took her a while to save up and the only place she could find it nearby was an expensive book store that was a bit too over priced in her opinion. But it didn't matter, it was hers now.

If only I knew how to read Japanese, then I would be able to enjoy the ones that don't make it to America. She thought.

She passed by the transient station on her way to her house.

"Uhh, excuse me, okasan." A young man said coming up to her. He looked to be in his early 20s. Modern looking attire of a tourist looking fellow. Short and spiky black hair, a brown t-shirt, and blue jeans made his who he was.

"Me?" She said pointing to herself."

"Hai. I need to know the nearest hotel."

"Well you can go down that way," She said pointing to the direction she came from, "And you will see two right next to each other. Just follow the sidewalk and don't take any turns."

"Arigatō." He said and bowed.

"Are you new to the country?" She asked, curiously.

"Hai. I am her to research for book I am writing." His accent was a bit thick but still understandable.

"Oh. Are you famous in Japan?"

"No," The man said shaking his head, "This is first book. I can not say if I am good or bad."

"So what kind of book is it?"

"How people from other countries are treated in rural America. There is news about the racist hot spots but I want to know about the not known."

"Sounds like fun!" She said. But just then she got a wild idea, "Hey, I know! Why don't you live at my house while your visiting America."

"No, I couldn't." He said , trying to be polite.

"Don't worry, I think it's a wonderful idea. This way you could learn first hand about the American personality. And then you don't have to be all alone in that fish bowl of a hotel."

He was a bit confused by her use of words.

"Fish bowl?"

"Yeah. You know, like different kinds of people that are just floating around but they never say anything."

"Oh. I now understand."

"And I know what you're thinking. Shouldn't me and my family worry about a stranger coming in our house and stealing things and just going back to his country. Well here's the kicker! You're Japanese. So anything you do bad will bring dishonor to your family, right?"

"Uhh right…"

"And honor is the number one thing in the Japanese culture, right?"

"Right…" he said nodding up and down.

"So then I got nothing to lose. So what do you say pal?"

"Uhh, I don't know. We haven't even given our names yet."

"What?" She slapped the side of her head, "How silly of be. I'm Alexandra Ahnecay."

"Haru Rakkihichi."

"Hey I've herd the name Haru being used for girls in some animes."

"It's used for both boys and girls. Like the American name Jordan or Sam."

"Well Sam is a shorter way of saying… never mind we're getting off track. Do you want to live with us?"

Haru thought for a second and then said, "Yes, ok. I am honored to be accepted in the Ahnecay household."

"Sweet!" She said grabbing his hand, "Your and I are going to have a blast together!"

"Blast? Are we going to be using fireworks?" Haru asked puzzled.

Alexa laughed, "No silly. That's American for good time."

"You Americans have too many words for everything. And people say that Japanese is hard to learn. Imagine a class for American."

"Ha ha. I'd take that class in a heart beat!" Alexa said as they walked towards her house, "Don't worry Haru, good old Alexandra will teach you the American way of speak faster then you can say: no you can't. That was another American phrase by the way."

"Are you sure your parents will not mind me living with you?" Haru said.

"Are you kidding? They love company!"