A/N: I had to rearrange chapters 3 and 4. My thinking got them backwards, so if you read up to chapter 3, you'll see that 4 is the same as 3. Go back and read 3. Sorry for the big mess. Anyhoo, this ones a bit longer...enjoy!

Chapter 5: One Strange Coincidence

Greg mumbled in his sleep and had a nightmare. Someone was chasing him. Someone with a face he knew, but couldn't place a name to. The person chased him through a thick forest until Greg came to a river. It lashed its white water teeth at him as he had to choose. He jumped into the cold water, plunging through the ice like water. It covered him like a thousand knives poking him. Greg choked on the water while he struggled to keep his head above. The man had followed him in, moving at a slow pace towards him until catching Greg's feet. Greg lashed and kicked to get free. His head went under water and stayed there until he kicked no more. Greg sunk to the bottom like a sack of rocks.

Greg woke up with a start. His breath was short and his heart raced. His head pounded like a drum. He felt his head, which was soaked with sweat. His eyes widened as he thought about the river. Greg looked around the room, unaware his door was ajar. He balanced himself off his couch and walked to his window.Greg opened the window and stuck his head out. A cool breeze brushed across his face. Greg took a deep breath, taking in the air and settling his weak stomach.

Want and need gnawed at his insides. He itched for something, though he wasn't sure what.

" What's wrong with me?" Greg asked himself out loud.

" Everything," said a voice.

Greg whipped around to come face to face with the previous nights' thief.

" What are you doing here?" Greg asked shocked.

" For more," the thief simply stated.

" More? I don't have more. You cleaned me out. I'm broke," Greg shouted.

" Now, now. There's no need for shouting. I'm you friend. Friends don't shout at each other. Friends, remember?" the thief said.

"You're no friend of mine, " Greg said, raising his voice some more.

The thief's voice changed violently.

" What did I tell you about yelling? Don't do it again. You will regret it."

Greg did not say a word.

" I must say Greg, you are quite disappointing," the thief said with a growing smile.

" How so? How do you even know my name?" Greg said with fear.

" You are weak Greg. Weak. I'm even ashamed to know you. Passing out like that. Be a man Greg, like your old man. How 'bout it?" he said.

" How do you know my name?" Greg asked again.

" You're name's not the only thing I know. You moved here from California. I know that you are a lab tech and want to be a CSI. I know that you have nobody here and you want a friend. So here I am Greg. I am your friend."

" Where did you find all that?"

" The Internet holds many secrets and so does your apartment."

" You have been watching me? Why?"

" I'm your friend."

" You are no friend of mine."

" Greg, that hurts me that you say that. I've known you for so long. I came here to be with you. I know you so well. You should know me too. My name's Nick."