It was the day of the wedding, Miyavi lay on his cot, trying to sleep and get Jemima off his mind.
Ralph was walking down a hallway, he heard laughing. His sister's laugh. He ran toward it. It wasn't his sister, it was Alyssa she and Dennis were laughing. "Alyssa?" He asked. They looked at him and she held her arrow at them.
"W-Wait!" He held out his hands, letting her know he was unarmed. "What do you want?" Alyssa asked. Ralph shrugged. "Nothing, I need to find my sister." He walked past them. "She's dead." He heard Burrougsh say. He turned around, Alyssa and Dennis were gone and he saw Burroughs standing in the hallway. He held his 6 foot sword.
"This is no longer your home...This is the dark realm where I rule." He said. Ralph fell to his knees bagging his fist against his head. "No!"
Ralph sat up quick. He was covered in sweat. He ran to the door. "Sledgehammer...Jemima's alive right?" "Yes I suppose." Ralph satred at him. "You suppose?" "...She is alright, go back to sleep." Ralph sighed than did just that.