Dylan woke with a start. The first thing he saw was the sun in the sky, indication that it was around 9am. Then, he realised that he was being shaken awake by none other than Jeb Batchendler.
"Jeb," was all that managed to escape his lips.
He was much too tired to think, so he just stared. Would this man really be able to help him? He thought back to the dream he remembered snippets of. He could remember the confusion he felt, the world changing around him, his hopelessness. He looked around him, trying to remember where he was. He noticed a large Hollywood sign behind him. Oh, right. I asked Jeb to come here he thought.
"Hello Dylan," Jeb greeted grinning as if he was the answer to his problems. Of course, it was supposed to be the reverse.
"Jeb, I need your help. I don't know what to do next," Dylan told him.
"Well, what do you want to do?" Jeb asked.
"I don't know. I don't know what's right for me. I've only been around for around 10 months. I have no-one here for me and for some reason, everyone was telling me to save the world!" Dylan ended up yelling.
Jeb looked at the boy sitting on the ground in front of him, head buried in his hands. There was nothing he could do to help this boy, this creation. He sighed and seated himself next to Dylan. Jeb only had one option at this point.
"Dylan, you can see things happening: things that happen far away, right?" Jeb asked.
Dylan simply nodded in response. What a great ability to have Jeb thought.
"Well, keep an eye on me. When you see me with the flock with me, go to them. I'll stay there until you come. Let's make it a surprise."
Dylan couldn't believe it. He could go back to the flock: the only place he felt as if he even remotely fit in.