The sickly, intoxicating smell of smoke instantly switched Matt into consciousness. His finger twitched and suddenly the only thought on his mind was smoking. Figuring a dream erupted his craving, he rolled over to attempt to fall back asleep. A soft light poured through his eyelids.
His eyes slowly opened. B stood in his doorway, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
"B?" Matt murmured. "Wass-up?"
"You and Mello are going to die together. Only three hours apart." But before Matt could react to the odd statement, B saluted him with two fingers and closed his door.