Jamie had the most random of dreams that night. It was a short one, therefore making her sleep seem like only a few seconds time.

In her dream, it was pitch black; completely void.

But she could hear things. Music.

Particularly songs she recognized from high school. Just the melody.

Then the dream ended.

Do do do do do dum dee doo dad um, do do do do do dum deed a doo dum, doo da dum, doo da–Click.

Music… that music from my dream…

Jamie's world revolved around her dream that morning. It was 8:00, and she would have to get to class around 8:45 A.M. Usually Jamie's first thought in the morning was 'My alarm clock has got to win the first prize for Most Annoying Alarm Clock in the World, singing It's a Small World to me first thing in the morning. Ugh.'

But today, ah, today… Why did she remember her dream so clearly? What was with that music? Jamie sat and thought for a precious five minutes, and finally gave up. Her grand finale was a high-pitched scream of frustration that rattled the glass windows.

As a reply, Jake mumbled a Good Morning. Apparently he thought this a practical answer. His eyelids remained closed as he tossed in his bed and caught another few minutes of sleep. Jake's class started at 9:15 A.M.

In room 8482, down the hall, there was yet a soul awake. He heard the scream, and wondered what it was. Normally, this someone would have gone to see what had caused it, but was too tired to get up from his bed. He had not gotten a wink of sleep, for he had stayed awake chatting the night away to his roommate.

Not just any random talk, it was important. It was secretive. But yet, he had just given his roommate a hint of his plan. He had not yet exposed it fully. He wasn't ready to do that just yet. This individual trusted his fellow roommate, for they were best friends since 3rd grade. Yet, he couldn't tell him yet. Not yet.

When should I begin? Tomorrow, the tired boy decided, tomorrow.

At 4:21 P.M., Jamie sat in her room waiting for Jake. Her classes had ended for the day, and she wanted to talk to someone about her dream. Obviously, Jake was the person she trusted most, so she waited for him.

When did he say his classes ended? Jamie pondered as she stared at the closed door. I thought his classes ended before I did… or maybe that was yesterday. Maybe it's like… 4:30?

Jamie's wait became incredibly tedious, so she got up, walked over to her desk, and turned on her laptop. She did some English homework, and checked her email.

4:58 P.M. Why isn't he here yet?

As she picked up her cell phone, she discovered she had a new message. Jamie listened to it, hoping it was Jake.

It wasn't.

The call was from her parents; actually, more specifically, her mother.

She decided to call her back; her mother sounded quite worried since she hadn't called in a while.

"Hello?"

"JAMIE!" Jamie's mother cried.

"Hi, mom."

"How's school? Don't procrastinate!" her mother warned.

"I'm fine, mom."

"Is anything weird happening?"

"Um… no," Jamie lied.

"Any problem with the… the… those… 'neighbors' of yours?"

"No, mom,"

"Okay, well if anything happens, be SURE to tell me okay?"

"Yah, yah, yah," Jamie said reluctantly. Duh, she still wouldn't give away most inner thoughts about them.

"Okay then… bye," her mother said sadly.

"Bye."

"WAIT! How was your first day of school?" Jamie's mother tried desperately to continue the conversation with her dear child.

"It was fine, mom."

"Well, all right. Bye! Call me again soon!"

"Okay. Bye mom!" Jamie closed her cell phone with a smile. To tell the truth, she was glad to hear her mother's voice. So jubilant, she was…

It took Jamie a while to realize her first worries.

Jake.

He still wasn't back yet.

What in the world could have happened?

Tch, tch, tch.

Footsteps.

Tch, tch, tch.

Stepping. Shoes rubbing against the carpet.

Tch, tch, tch, tch.

Getting closer.

Tch, tch, tch, tch, tch.

Growing in volume. Quickening.

Tch, tch.

Stopped. Outside. In the hallway.

At the door of room 5484.

"Jake?" Jamie was almost too scared to go and open the door. She was on the edge of her seat.

There was no sound of any key turning. Jamie thought she heard some shuffling of feet behind the door.

"Jake, come in, what are you doing?" Jamie tried to talk to him, but her voice was inaudible.

Clothes ruffled behind the door. Paper crinkled, deepening the mystery. A groan was heard, as if an old and feeble woman was straightening up from crouching.

Just as Jamie was about to march over to that door and swing it open, a small piece of paper slipped under the door. Jamie froze, half standing, half sitting.

The paper was folded many times over, but it seemed to have a great yearning to unfold and breathe. After two seconds of complete and utter silence, Jamie dove for the paper like an opposing football player tackling the ball. She sat like a frog, near the door, and fumbled with the paper. It was a funny sight, for she was treating it like a hot potato; the paper was so small.

When Jamie finally caught the note in the middle of her palm, she was so captivated by the note (which she assumed was from that midnight chat person) that she failed to hear the lock rustle. Therefore, KLUNK!

"WHOA, DUDE, JAMIE!" Jake squeezed in, not able to open the door entirely because of the human door block. He stared at the collapsed girl who had just got hit in the head by an extremely heavy wooden door.

Jamie was limp. She groaned, and was silent again. Jake scratched his head, pulled back his hair, and bit his lip in confusion. Was she alright? Why in the world was she in front of the door anyway? He wondered if he should carry her to her bed. That is, if he could carry her to her bed.

Jake slid his hands under Jamie's back and legs, and proceeded to lift her up. Hey, she's not that heavy, Jake thought as he walked over to Jamie's bed with a limp girl in his arms.

When he set her down onto the bouncy bed, she mumbled and flipped over. "Ow," a muffled voice said. Jamie was face down, speaking into the pillow.

Jake ground his teeth together, lifted a brow, and sighed. As he backed up and purposely tripped himself and fell on the bed, he closed his eyes and asked the crazy, unanswered question running through his head at least a billion times.

"Why in the world were you sitting in front of the door, Jamie?"

"Mmm… note… that dude… I don't know…" Jamie began chewing her pillow, or so it appeared to her roommate. As if something shocked her, she bounced up, hyper as ever, and dove for the small note Jake had noticed was on the floor. He pondered the possibilities of who it was from and why it was so important to Jamie. As Jamie frantically opened the note, it hit Jake with a heavy baseball bat. That mysterious midnight weird crazy note man person dude!

Now aware of the urgency Jamie had showed, he belly-flopped onto the carpet and inched over to Jamie. Peeking over her shoulder, his eyes blazed a trail as he read the note.

Where were you?

I thought we were going to meet up a few days ago.