I had another dream of Bailey that night. My dream began when Bailey was around 14 or 15 years of age, I think a little before she met up with us again. She was coming home from what seemed like school. As she entered her house she was greeted by her step father, I never saw him upclose before and he resembled someone that seemed close to me. I couldn't recognize Mr. Bloom for the life of me.

"Bailey, we need to talk." He said with a serious face.

They entered the kitchen of what I assumed to be the place that was burnt down. "Bailey, if anything ever happends to this family, I need you to know that you aren't alone."

"Whudd er ye sayin?" Bailey asked.

"Bailey, don't use that accent while talking to me." Mr. Bloom said sternly.

"Sorry."

"If anything happends to me, there is money in the bank in your name. You can get to it when you are of age."

"Why are you telling me this?"

The scene ended and this time it was in the past. Bailey was talking to her parents and they were discussing her being adopted. Bailey looked hurt but more so she really wanted to know why I wasn't allowed to know of this. She didn't mention to them that not only Scott but Trevor know this as well.

"No one else knows. I promise." Bailey said as her adoptive parents looked at her.

"Bailey, I need to go to work, we'll discuss this later."

Mrs. Bloom stayed in the kitchen was still talking to Bailey. "Theres something I need to tell you, but you musn't ever tell you're father you or I know this."

"What is it mom?"

"Sweetie. Trever, hes. Well he's-"

I woke up in a cold sweat. And sat up in bed. I was breathing heavy and trying to slow it. I looked over at Spot making sure I didn't wake him. I needed some fresh air, I thought to myself as I put on Spot's shirt that was on the floor. It was long so I decided I didn't need pants. I walked out of his room and from the bunkroom out the front door.

I stood out in the breeze thinking. Trying to remember my dream, what was it Mrs. Bloom said? I couldn't remember. Trevor, hes.. hes… it didn't come to me. Was it important? I sighed. I closed my eyes and stood in the breeze in the breeze for a moment soaking in the moon's light.

"Angel?" I looked behind me to find R.T. "Whudds wrong? I hoid ye walk out hea."

"Um, Jus, jus a bad dream I guess." I said returning my attention to the moon.

"Ye suure dats all."

"I dunno. I'm suure if I did, I'd know whudd te do right now."

"Well standin out hea ain't gonna help wid dat eida. C'mon lets go inside. Ye'll catch a cold er somethin standin out hea dressed wid only a shoit." R.T. began leading me back inside. "I'm suure afta smora rest yer gonna feel good as new."

When I went back to bed I didn't have another dream. But still I wondered what were with these dreams. Why where I having them especially since I shouldn't even know about these events and how they happened. What was happening to me? Thinking I was possibly going insane from the concussion or from the stress of having to deal with Trevor again I wasn't sure. Something was defiantly wrong especially with the dreams and how the last one ended. A secret was being kept from me and I couldn't just ask Bailey. There'd be no way she remembered.

After sitting in bed for a while I noticed spot starring at me. "Well if dat ain't a lil scary I dunno whudd is."

"Ye know ye like it." Spot smiled grabbing me around the waist and pulling me towards him. "Wanna tell me whudds on yer mind?"

"Not really. Not till I know whudds goin on." I said turning away from him.

"Whuddye mean?" Spot asked trying to pull me back to him.

"I dunno yet." I said trying to shake off the feeling of something awful. "I just gotta make suure of some things. It's nuthin big." I said trying to convince myself more than Spot.

"Alright." Spot sounded inconvinced. "Rememba if ye need anythin-"

"I know I know, jus ask." I smiled kissing him on the cheek.

"Ey Spot! Ye ready te go out te sell?" I heard Frit ask from the door after knocking.

"Yeah yeah, hold up."

"Yer still goin sellin?" I asked him as he got out of bed.

"Dats right. It's safa hea an especially wit Frit an Barret goin wit me. I won't be gone too long teday."

"But," I began as Spot put on his pants knowing it was useless.

"Angel?"

"Yeah?"

"I need me shoit back."