Chapter Twenty-Nine: Imagination

~Oh, when you call me
I'm drifting on clouds
Like I'm dreaming
But in the morning
I'll wake up and see that you're stuck
Here with me

If only you knew
What I would do for you
I'd jump up and hold you
So tightly
But I will never be
Able to do these things
So I'm just left imagining~

Jack placed his hand on my forehead and, in a blink, we were in his room.

Teleporting with Jack was nothing like when the Gabriel guy transported me someplace. For one thing, it didn't feel like getting my guts turned inside out, which was a definite plus. No, Jack teleporting me felt more like getting hugged from behind and then pulled really, really hard in that direction. It still sucked and made me want to throw up a bit but it wasn't as bad as the last time so I'd take what I could get.

Jack grinned down at me so clearly he was just fine. I gave him a tight smile and sat down on his bed, clutching my stomach.

"Well, that was a-a thing," I groaned, laying back and closing my eyes. Beside me, I felt the bed dip down so I reached up and felt around for Jack's face.

"What are you doing?" He asked as my hand touched his shoulder.

My hand then found his cheek.

"Oh, there you are." I smiled.

Bingo.

Then I slapped him.

"OW!" Jack cried out and I just cackled evilly, folding my arms behind my head. "That hurt!"

"Good."

"What was that for?!" He whined, rubbing his cheek. I shrugged, smirking.

"You're the one who said you wanted us to be siblings, right?"

"Yeah..." He said, carefully.

"Well, this is what being a sibling entails!"

"Slapping me?"

"Causing one another physical pain and discomfort, yes," I replied, turning my head and winking at him lazily before shutting my eyes again.

"Why?" Even though I wasn't looking at him I knew he was making that adorable face he does when he's confused. The one where his face scrunches up and his mouth hangs open and he looks so innocent that it makes me want to laugh.

"Because... 'This is the way'," I explained, doing my best impression of The Mandalorian.

(I may have been homeless for five years but I still had my phone and internet. Star Wars is too important to miss for something like safety. Besides... Baby Yoda.)

"Why not just say 'I love you'?" Jack wondered, shaking his head confusedly.

"Because that's incest!" I laughed, sitting up. Jack frowned, looking to me as he tilted his head, completely innocent.

"What's incest?"

"It's Alabama," I replied seriously.

"No, Alabama is a state. I know, I've been there," Jack said, shaking his head. I threw my head back and laughed at his serious expression.

"Yeah, but in Alabama it's legal to marry your cousin!" Jack's frown deepened.

"That's pretty disgusting."

"Yup. Hence why siblings maim each other!"

"I see." Jack nodded. "So, it's a show of affection?"

"Yeah," I shrugged, "Though in this case, it was also low-key revenge for throwing me into a table."

Jack's face fell.

"So, you are mad about that..." He mumbled, looking at his feet. I rolled my eyes and laughed. Jack's brows pulled together and he glanced up in confusion.

"I'm not mad, puppy," I told him, shaking my head, "Mildly annoyed? Sure. Mad? Not really. I mean, it just gave me an excuse to slap you so..."

"So, you're not mad?" He didn't look like he believed me. "Really?"

"Really, really with a cherry on top!"

Jack grinned and I saw something mischievous flicker in his eyes.

"So... you wouldn't be mad if I did this?"

"Did what?" I had never thought of Jack as a teasing person. I didn't see the betrayal coming until it was too late.

The flippin' jerk weed pushed me of the bed.

Okay, not directly. Jack poked me in that one spot just under your ribcage that makes your whole body just decide to have a seizure. But I was laying on the edge of the bed.

I screamed as I fell.

The mattress wasn't the highest I had fallen off of but the floor in that place was made out of cement. If anyone doesn't know this, cement is hard and it hurts. The drop, however small it may have been, was enough to knock the wind out of me. So, I just laid there on the floor and listened to Jack's giggling laughter.

"Sorry!" He was still giggling.

"No, you're not."

"No, I'm not." He moved over to the edge of his bed to look down at me. I glared up at him.

"Jack?" I said, sweetly.

"Hm?"

"One: You suck. Two: We hates it forever."

"I don't think that's proper English," He said, confused.

"It's not. I'm quoting Gollum."

"Who is Gahl-lome?" Jack asked, tilting his head. That was enough to get me to sit up.

"You mean to tell me that you've never read The Hobbit?" I asked, incredulous.

"No, I, uh, I haven't. Is that bad?"

"Is that bad? Dude, at your age, that's a crime!" I said, getting to my feet.

"Well, I'm two," Jack reminded me.

"That's no excuse," I insisted, pointing a finger at him accusingly.

"So, it's a good book then..." He said, slowly.

"It's the best! You're not my weird sort-of-brother if you don't read it," I declared, stepping towards the door. "Come on, I think I saw a copy of it in the 'Dean Cave' or whatever."

"What did your real siblings look like?"

My hand froze over the doorknob. The question had caught me off guard. The voice sounded so familiar, it was a little off, but still so close. Yet so far away. How could I have forgotten?

Someone tugged on my sleeve.

"Marty?"

I spun around, expecting to see the black-haired head of my sweet little brother.

"Yeah, Jazz-" But Jasper wasn't there. "I-I-I mean J-Jack."

"I just wanted to know what your real siblings looked like..." Jack said, slowly, eyeing me with concern.

"Wh-wha- uh, w-why, I-I, um," I ran my fingers through my hair, pushing it back and tucking a few strands behind my ear in a sorry attempt at covering up my surprise and dishevelment at his question. Old memories plucked at my heart strings and I blinked back tears and fought against the lump forming in my throat. My words didn't want to comply and I struggled to form a coherent response. "Yeah, uh, yeah. Right. Sure. No, um, n-no problem."

I lowered my head, closing my eyes with a heavy sigh. My fingers twisted themselves in a net, matching my knotted up emotions.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked carefully. I looked up, pushing more hair from my face.

"Me? Yeah, sure. I'm fine." I was most certainly not fine, but of course, when did that ever matter? I had to be fine.

Jack frowned at me, his expression suspicious. Though, honestly I'd be worried if he wasn't. With a forced chuckle, I shook my head and pulled out my phone, tapping a few times until I got to my pictures.

"So, um, this is them - o-or it was." My hands shook and I could stop them.

"Jack, meet my family," I said, my voice straining a little. Jack took the phone from my hands and stared at the video displayed on the screen.

My mom had taken it just two years before I had lost them all. It was a video of me and my four siblings, we had been playing Mario-Kart on a weekend while my dad slept in a chair in the corner of our living room. It had been taken just after Isaac had won his seventh race in a row. The twins, Jacqueline and Brianna had been fifteen at the time. They held Isaac, who had been sixteen, between them, suspended by his arms. The video showed him fight desperately against them in an attempt to escape the firing squad, but it was two against one. Me and Jasper had been the firing squad, standing with our backs to the camera. Weapons brandished, we pelted him with Nerf darts until he begged us for mercy.

"I win! Mommy, I won! I won!" Jasper's tiny voice had trilled as he turned, running to our mom. The camera had caught his young, innocent smile as bubbled past his dimples and spilled across his chubby-cheeked face. The camera wobbled and she laughed as he collided with her legs at full speed.

"You didn't win! I may have surrendered but I still won!" Isaac insisted.

"Silence, knave!" My sisters shouted in unison. They looked more like Isaac than I did, with the same auburn hair and light freckles that he had. Their hair color had come from my dad who was somehow still asleep in the video. "Executioner! Fire again!" They commanded.

I had just giggled like a mad-woman, shooting Isaac a few more times instead of replying. A few of the rounds hit my brother in the face and he glared at me.

"Oh, frick you, Tina!" He snapped, but we were all laughing.

"Gotta love this family!" My mom's soft voice chuckled in the recording. My heart ached and I wished I could just hear it one more time.

In the video, I had turned to the camera and grinned, waving and winking, before the video ended.

I blinked as the screen turned black, the image of my past self burned onto the backs of my eyelids and seared into my mind's eye. Who was she? Had that ever really been me?

I examined her carefree smile and the light and the life that shown from her eyes and I realized something terrible. That girl was gone. I had killed her. And she wasn't coming back. Even if I somehow got my revenge and was free to live without fear, that girl wasn't coming back. Because I didn't know her. The girl in that video was a stranger. Even if I was free, I could never be her again.

I could only daydream about my family, about being happy. Revenge wouldn't bring them back.

So, I guess I was just left imagining.

Beside me, Jack laughed at my family's antics and swiped to another picture.

"Who's that?" He asked, pointing to the tiny black-haired form of my little brother.

"That's - well, that was - my little brother, Jasper. Though, we called him Jazzy," I told him, smiling fondly, "My mom loved Twilight, so that's where the weird name came from. Kind of ironic."

Briefly I wondered if Jack even knew what Twilight was, though if he didn't, the lack of knowledge didn't seem to bother him. He simply nodded.

"Why does he look like he's in pain?" He wondered. The memory made me chuckle even though I mostly wanted to cry.

"Jazzy wasn't exactly what ya might call photogenic. We could never take a decent family photo with him. The kid couldn't fake a smile if his life depended on it!" I missed Jazzy's smiles.

"Oh... I'm sorry?" Jack clearly didn't know what he was supposed to say to something like that. It made me giggle on the surface and shed a tear somewhere far beneath. Why did he have to be so perfect?

"It was good actually," I informed him, "Because Jazzy never smiled unless he meant it. He didn't lie like that."

"You miss him," Jack spoke reverently, as if he was realizing this for the first time, "It's been five years and you still miss him."

"You're right. I miss him every day. All the time." My throat tightened and I glanced away. I had to be strong.

Jack bit his lip, concentrating hard on something.

"I-I don't mean to be rude... But, how can you still miss him?" He asked, shaking his head slowly, "How can it still hurt after so long?"

I sighed.

"It's not how long he's been gone for, it's how long he's still going to be gone."

Jack frowned. He looked like he was considering something very complicated as he nodded slowly.

"I never had a sibling. Until you. I don't think I understand. Would you help me?" His words were formed with care before he let them slip past his lips. A broken-hearted chuckle was all that escaped mine.

I slipped my hand in Jack's, it was warm, as always, and I led him to sit back down on his bed. Jack didn't push me to speak as I collected my jumbled thoughts and when I was ready, I looked back up at him.

"Well, I guess I miss him because he's still missing. I miss all the time I'll never have because my brother is never coming back and I miss all the things he always did because he's not doing them anymore. Then I miss all the things he's never going to do." Tears were slipping down my cheeks and I didn't really care. But Jack did. With a gentle touch, he swiped his thumb along my cheeks and dried my tears away.

It's frustrating how much a simple act such as that can hurt. Jack didn't like me as anything more than a sibling. His gentle kindness couldn't mean anything else. He wasn't mine. I was just imagining. Always left imagining.

"I-I think I understand," Jack said, reverently. I glanced back to him. "Sometimes when I think of my mother, it feels like there's this hole and it hurts. I'll never know all of the things I never had and that not knowing - I think that's what hurts so bad. I know I'm missing it but I don't know what it is exactly. I think it hurts to know that I'll never find out."

"Yeah." My answer was a simple nod.

"It must be so much worse for you." His voice was soft, so painstakingly soft.

"Why do you say that?" I asked him, frowning.

"Because you know what you're missing. The hole in your heart must be bigger than the one in mine." Then Jack reached out, pressing his hand over my heart. His eyes flicked over my face and I couldn't breathe. For a moment, time froze. It was just us. Just me and the precious angel boy that I could never have.

I wondered briefly what it might be like to have his lips on mine. But that was utterly stupid. So, I grasped the hand that rested on my heart and pulled it away, puling us both back to reality.

"I don't think we can compare that," I whispered. Jack made a weird motion that was somewhere between nodding and shaking his head. He glanced away from me.

"Maybe not. I just - you said you didn't want me to be alone-" He was looking into my eyes again. His eyes were beautiful. "- I don't want you to be alone either."

But I would always be alone. There was nothing Jack could do that would change that.

"Thanks."

Jack smiled. "You're welcome."

"You remind me of him, you know," I told him, playing with his fingers between our folded hands.

"You mean your little brother?" He clarified. I nodded. "How?"

"Jazzy never knew how good he was. He was kind even when no one was looking, even when he didn't have to be. He loved people without even trying." I sent the angel beside me a small smile. "You are just like him."

"Thank you," Jack said, glancing away as a proud grin began to stretch across his face. But I wasn't done yet.

"Do me just one favor though, Jack," I said, leaning my way into his line of sight.

"What?" He asked, brightly.

"Don't you ever take your life for granted."

"Okay..."

I squeezed Jack's hands in mine. He had slim fingers. I gave him my best attempt at an encouraging smile.

"I can't lose my little brother again."

Jack's grin was brighter than the sun and all I wanted to do was tackle him in a giant hug. I thought better of it.

I was just left imagining. And wishing.

Desperately wishing for all the things I could never have. Those things were so simple.

What was so wrong with me that I had to miss out on all the simplest pleasures? What had I ever done that excluded me from deserving happiness? Why me? Why?!

I wished our circumstances could have been different. I found myself watching the blue-eyed angel-boy and thinking all the things I shouldn't but couldn't help thinking.

'I wish I wasn't the monster I am.

'I wish I was human, then maybe we'd be perfect.'

'I wish I looked the way I'm supposed to, then maybe you could love me.'

'I wish the lives we led were normal.'

'I wish we had met at the grocery store.'

'I wish you had asked me for my number and I had written it down on your arm.'

'I wish we could go on some first date and talk about ourselves.'

'I wish I had my real life back and my parents would tell me to be careful and to not stay out too late.'

'I wish you could kiss me goodnight while we stood on my front porch.'

'I wish we could watch a movie for our second date and snuggle close while we watched it.'

'I wish you could hold me close without the risk of me hurting you.'

'I wish I could invite you to meet my crazy family.'

'I wish I could wake up to your smile for the rest of my life.'

'I wish I wasn't who and what I am.'

'I wish we could be together like humans are allowed to.'

'I wish you could be mine and I could be yours.'

'I wish - I wish things could be different.'

'I wish... I wish... I wish...'

Jack could see the tears forming in Marty's eyes. He could see the desperate longing that laid captured in their misty grey depths and he wondered what exactly it was that she was wishing for. Part of him hoped she was thinking of him but the rest of him knew that Marty didn't like him that way. She didn't like him the way he wanted her to - the way Thomas O'Mally likes Duchess. After all, how could she? He was a outcast on his best days and an abomination on his worst. How could a creature as wonderful and pure as Martina ever love somebody -something - like him.

She couldn't. It was unfathomable.

He was just left imagining.

Jack wanted to imagine for just a little longer.

"Could you tell me about your mother next? What was it like? Growing up with her, I mean?" He asked, moving a fraction of an inch closer to Marty. He expected her to move away, but she didn't.

'She probably doesn't want to hurt my feelings.' Jack thought. He wasn't going to complain.

Marty sighed and tucked a strand, of hair behind her ear, her pale skin almost glowing under the harsh lighting of the bunker's florescent light bulbs.

'She's pretty when she does that.' Jack decided.

"She was wonderful," Marty declared, "But I never really appreciated her - not until she wasn't around anymore." She smiled, regretfully.

"Can you tell me more? My mother - she died before I was born. I never knew her," Jack explained.

The corners of Marty's mouth twitched up and she stared off into the middle-distance. Her smile wasn't sad anymore. It was as if she was remembering something that she had forgotten for far too long.

"You know, there's a song about it. I used to sing it on Mother's Day," She breathed. Her breath glided past Jack's face, it smelled sweet.

"How does it go?" He wondered.

Marty's smile fell.

"I-I don't know..." She realized, shaking her head. "It-its just that it's been so long, I-I don't remember... I'm sorry."

An expression that was almost fearful brushed across her face and a tear dripped from her eye. She was forgetting. She didn't want to forget. Neither did Jack.

Things about Kelly were slipping away from him. The precise sound of her voice, the exact way she had talked to him. It was all dull around the edges now, softening away. Those familiar memories seemed less familiar with every day that passed him by. Would those memories leave him someday? Would there come a time in the infinite future when Jack would forget Kelly Kline? Who would he be without his mother?

That thought made Jack shudder. He followed Marty's gaze, trying his very best to recall all that he could about the woman who had, at one time, been his entire world.

"My mother used to sing to me," He whispered.

"I thought you said you never knew her?" Marty said, gently.

"I didn't. She died when I was born." Her death had been his fault. Jack had killed his own mother. "This, um, this was before."

"You remember that?" The black-haired girl beside him whispered.

"Yeah." He smiled, fondly. His beautiful blue eyes focused on a time far distant.

"That's amazing," Marty said, shaking her head. Jack's brow's furrowed ad he turned to her.

"You think so?"

The girl nodded with a shrug.

"Yeah, you remember your mom in a way nobody else ever will. That's pretty cool."

"Dean says its 'Freakish', " Jack admitted, frowning. Perhaps that's why Jack had begun to forget.

"Yeah, well Dean's an idiot," She told him. Jack smiled, "Don't listen to him; listen to me. You're really cool, Jack."

"Thank you, Marty.

"Always."

Something about her voice was so smooth and perfect, Jack forgot how to speak. Her tone rang in his ears like a beautiful after-shock. He voice was as smooth as caramel; Jack longed to taste it.

"You-you were saying?" She pressed.

"Oh, yeah." Jack couldn't help but laugh at himself. "Well, I remember being awake. I guess I've always had trouble sleeping and that kept my mother awake, but she was never mad. She would just sit and sing to me until I quit moving long enough for her to sleep."

He had never told anybody about that.

"What did she sing to you about?" Marty asked, her big grey eyes full of patience and kindness like Jack had never seen before.

"She liked to sing about rainbows," He answered.

"I like rainbows."

"Me too. They remind me of her; they make me feel like she's not so far away, like she's still here, watching out for me." If only she was. If she was only alive.

"That's a nice way to look at it."

Then Marty yawned, stretching her arms over her head and letting her eyes slip shut. Jack thought she looked like a kitten. He wanted nothing more than to protect her.

"Are you tired?" He asked.

"I can stay up a while longer."

"You promised not to lie."

Marty chuckled.

"Yeah, okay, I'm beat. But so are you, pal, and I ain't sleeping till you do!" She insisted, poking his chest.

"I don't think I'll be able to sleep; not tonight. My brain is being loud and it won't - it won't shut up." Jack shook his head sighing in defeat. His pouty behavior won him a bubbling laugh from Marty.

"Been there!" She winked at him. Turning over onto her stomach, she placed her tiny fists under her delicate chin. "What if I could help you?"

"How?" The Nephilim wondered.

"Well, your mom sang you lullabies and those worked well enough, right?"

"Yes." He nodded.

"Then maybe I could give it a try." Marty suggested with a smirk.

"You don't have to do that," He said, bowing his head. Marty shoved his shoulder, playfully.

"Yeah, but I'm your big sister now. That's my job," She said, grinning.

"Thank you, Marty. You're a good friend, and a great sister. I chose well."

As he watched the beautiful rose colored blush rise over Marty's pale cheeks, Jack's thoughts betrayed him.

'I wish you could be more.'

'I wish you could be mine.'

'I wish I was human, then maybe we'd be perfect.'

'I wish we were older, then maybe I could love you right.'

'I wish I knew how to love you.'

'I wish I lived a normal life, like in all those movies I've seen.'

'I wish we had met at the grocery store.'

'I wish I had asked you for your number and you had written it down on my arm.'

'I wish we could go on some first date and talk about ourselves.'

'I wish I could kiss you goodnight while we stood on your front porch.'

'I wish we could watch a movie for our second date and snuggle close while we watched it.'

'I wish I could hold you close without the risk of hurting you.'

'I wish I could meet your crazy family.'

'I wish I could wake up to your smile for the rest of my life.'

'I wish I wasn't who and what I am.'

'I wish we could be together like humans are allowed to.'

'I wish you could be mine and I could be yours.'

'I wish - I wish things could be different.'

'I wish... I wish... I wish...'

But this wasn't like all those movies he had watched. None of his wishes could come true.

In reality, Marty laughed and Jack just wanted her more.

"Aw, shucks. You're gonna make me cry! Now lay down and close you're eyes, ya sap."

"Okay." Jack obeyed, laying down and letting his eyes flutter closed. Marty leaned on her arm, facing him. She ran her fingers through his soft blondish hair and Jack decided that he liked that very much.

"Got any favorite songs?" She mused, her vice soft.

"Not that I really know of; Dean doesn't play too many soothing songs."

Marty hummed something that sounded like a chuckle.

"Figures. Got anything you wanna hear about?"

Jack hesitated.

"Do you know any songs about rainbows?"

"Yeah, I do." She nodded.

"Would you mind?"

"Not at all, puppy," She replied.

Jack smiled and curled a little closer to the girl who could only ever be his older sister.

Then, Marty started singing.

There was nothing in the world that could ever compare to her. Her voice was something ethereal, like an angel. Her voice was something he could get drunk on. Oh, how little he knew of what was coming.

"Why are there so many songs about rainbows and what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions and rainbows have nothing to hide."

The words tickled a memory in the back of Jack's mind. He knew them. They were his lullaby. The were the words Kelly would sing on all those long restless nights. The words brought him comfort, hushing his anxious heart and quieting his mind.

"So we've been told and some choose to believe it.
I know the wrong wait and see."

Marty's voice sounded like Kelly's. How that was possible Jack didn't know. Marty's voice had never sounded anything like his mother's before now. Marty's voice was low while Kelly's had been higher pitched. So how did Marty sound like her now? She must have been some kind of magic.

"Someday we'll find it,
the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers, and me."

"This is the one my mother sang," Jack softly interrupted. Sleep dragged on the edges of his thoughts, weighing them down.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. You sound like her too." Jack opened his eyes lazily to look at Marty who smiled pleasantly. "Are you some kind o'magical?" He asked, slurring his words a bit.

"I am," Marty said, winking at him, "But let's just keep this our little secret, okay?"

"M'kay." Jack nodded, closing his eyes again. Somewhere in his tired brain he knew he should be questioning her some more, but sleepiness washed those thoughts away.

Marty smiled and kept carding her fingers through his hair.

"Who said that every wish would be heard and answered, when wished on a morning star?
Somebody thought of that,
and someone believed it
and look what it's done so far.

What's so amazing that keeps us star gazing?
And what do we think we might see?

Someday we'll find it,
the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers, and me.

All of us under it's spell
we know that it's probably magic."

Jack felt something then. It wasn't entirely pleasant. It felt like something was invading his mind, like dark fingers were sifting through his thoughts. What were they doing there?

"Have you been half asleep?
And have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that called the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same."

Jack had been right. Marty was some sort of magical. He hadn't bothered to wonder whether or not she was the good kind.

Those dark tendrils were burrowing themselves into the corners of his brain. They weren't supposed to be there. He didn't like them. Jack tried to focus, he tried to call out, but the dark tendrils wrapped themselves around every thought that opposed their presence. Each attempt at resistance pulled Jack deeper into the stupor of sleep. It was like he was drowning in raging black water. Jack couldn't get out.

"I've heard it to many times to ignore it It's something that I'm supposed to be."

And Marty just kept combing through his hair as if nothing in the world was wrong. But Jack knew something was very, very wrong.

"Someday we'll find it,
the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers and me."

"What-what are you-" Jack choked out. His eyes wouldn't open, his limbs wouldn't move.

"Shhh. Just go to sleep," Marty purred.

"What are you doing to-to me?" Jack demanded, trying desperately to fight against drowsiness that was threatening to suffocate him.

"Something I'm going to regret," Marty whispered, her voice sounded far away.

"Stop," Jack groaned, fighting against being dragged under by this strange spell, "Please stop!"

He couldn't move - he couldn't fight. She was controlling him. He wanted to fight but he was drowning.

"I can't," She whispered, gently, "I'm sorry."

"Why?" He mumbled. He was slipping away. Marty leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"Four moves and I win, Jack. Just four moves and I win. I need you on my side and one of these days I swear I'll explain everything. But for now I need you to trust me."

Jack wanted to trust her. Why did he want to trust her? What was Marty doing to him?

"Please," He moaned. He would warn Sam and Dean about this. When he woke up he would warn them.

"Shhh. It's okay, Jack. Just go to sleep."

Warn them about what again? What was the problem?

There was something he needed to tell Sam and Dean, something important. Something was wrong and they needed to know, but what was it. Jack couldn't remember. Sleep was calling him to it's calming blackness.

"Someday you'll find it, your rainbow connection to the lovers, the dreamers, and me."

Why was he fighting to stay awake? He could have sworn there was some sort of danger but there was no danger here.

Marty was watching over him. His sister would keep him safe, he decided.

"Goodnight, Jack. Sweet dreams." Her ethereal voice whispered from the void.

"G'night, Marty," He slurred. Then Jack released his hold on reality and drifted off to sleep.

~Oh, when you call me
I'm drifting on clouds like I'm dreaming.
But in the morning
I'll wake up and see that you're stuck here with me.

If only you knew
what I would do for you.
I'd jump up and hold you so tightly.
But I will never be
able to do these things.
So I'm just left imagining~

Lyrics from: If I Could Ride A Bike by Chevy and Park Bird