Matt unlocked the coop, and stepped inside. It was a considerably small red one with blue tinted windows, and a yellow racing stripe on the side.
When he put the key in the vehicle lurched, and then sped off.
Angelo's dream.
"Mom?" Angelo whispered amongst the almost non-existent background. Until he realised that there was a setting, just not as clear to the eye as a forest or other.
Everything was white, it seemed as if he was standing on a cloud, peaceful, angel music fluttered down from higher tufts of the fluffy substance, sounding much like a harp or flute.
"I'm here darling," A red haired woman subtlely grazed the stairs of gold (Coming from yet another cloud) with the tips of her bare toes, and rested next to the boy.
Angelo felt more tears as he reached to hug her, she vanished.
"Nope, over here!" His 'mother' evily grinned.
What? She wasn't like this before.
"Mom… stop.. I just wanna hug you. It's been so long!"
She kept on with the charade until Angelo felt something he hadn't.
"My neck, and wrists… they are cold, but.. not the rest of me?" Angelo felt himself.
The 'Mother' Looked at him surprised, and then once again vanished, but not beside him, out of plain sight.
The clouds swirled down in a black whirlpool of fear. Not the petty monsters, but darkness itself.
Angelo hated the dark.
Angelo wasted no time with being drowsy, as he skipped the act and shot his head straight up, as well as opening his eyes widely. Surveying his surroundings with a wary glance, he quickly realised,
He wasn't at Matt's house anymore.
Matt had found nothing, he arrived at his mother's house, but to his dismay, no evidence of any crime was there. So as a result, he unhappily returned home.
When he arrived, Samantha ran out to greet him, but not in the usually cheerful way she did, but with fear and surprise hidden deep within her emerald eyes.
"MATT!" She screamed.
"What?! What?!"