It was about 03:00 hours and the crew at Station 110 were fast asleep. They had had a busy day calls, cats in trees, automatic alarms, etc. These kinds of calls are welcome in moderation. However when they fill up almost an entire shift, time creeps by like molasses in winter time. The men were soundly asleep, however A.J. was not. She was tossing around, in the middle of a reoccurring dream.
It was the same as it had been off and on for two weeks. The dream occurred only when she was on shift. It always began with her partner and herself in the squad truck. They were coming back from a call. She knew it they weren't responding because they weren't using lights or sirens. It was a narrow dirt road, there were trees all around. Then a car comes out of now where and Brice steers frantically trying to gain control and avoid the oncoming vehicle. There is a feeling of doom.
She bolted up in her bunk in a cold sweat. The dream could have meant anything, simply derived from stress or an unaddressed fear. Something inside A.J. was afraid it was something more. Her Sioux grandmother had told her parents when she was quite young that Wolfie had the 'gift'. Her predictions had come true on different occasions. When her mother's brother had been killed in a car accident, she dreamed about it the night before. There were a few other situations over the years that she had also dreamt about. It was random, sometimes it happened and other times, nothing. Was this a warning? Even if it was, what could I possibly do to change any of it?
She thought to herself, "I am not going to mention this to anyone, especially Johnny. It's probably nothing more than just an outlet for my mind. After all we deal with life and death every day. Besides, there are much happier things to focus on, like the game on Saturday. Then Johnny can see exactly how a girl can play softball!"