You dream of the men and yourself. You're all together as a happy family. Well, sort of. They're not related, except for Al and Matt, at least you think they aren't. You're not completely sure. Well, you dreamt a about baking yummy cupcakes with Ollie, sitting outside with Francis, hunting outdoors with Matt, and going to a baseball game with Al. Then when you two got home, you were alone. You sat on the couch together for a while watching tv. Then Al said something about that moment being perfect and for some reason, you leaned in to kiss him. He was confused at first, but then leaned in as well. You bolt upright and wake up from your dream. Everything was going so great until that last moment. You don't remember anything about Al, other than that he was your best friend. At least you think he was. Oliver told you so. Maybe this dream was multiple memories that you had forgotten. Wait. That means you and Al... Were you two dating at one point? Maybe... You decide that you'll ask Al about it later. You look out the window on one side of the room and you only see darkness. Had you fallen asleep without realizing? You stand up and walk to your closed door. You slowly turn the knob, trying to make no noise. You are successful in being silent as you creep down the hall. You hear snoring coming from behind the door with a red maple leaf on it. 'It must be Matt,' you think. You don't exactly know what you're doing right now. You're just tiptoeing around the quiet house. The hallway has seven doors and two openings. One opening leading to the kitchen, the other going to a living room. You figure that the last five rooms at the end of the hall are bedrooms because all the doors, except for yours, are closed. One mystery door is opened and you see a bathroom. The other mystery door is closed, so you decide to open it. The handle is locked. There's a keyhole, you attempt to look through it. You can't see much, there's no light. But you can make out another door, except it is down a set of stairs. 'Probably the basement,' you think, 'But why's it locked?' You stand back up straight and make your way to the living room. It's quite spacious. It has a couch, a fancy looking blue chair that's probably Ollie's, a recliner, a coffee table, and a small table next to Ollie's chair. There's also a tv on the wall, a shelf of movies, and a cabinet that probably has tea stuff in it, mostly because it's slightly opened and you see tea cups and fancy china in it. You turn to start leaving the room, but you run into a body right behind you. You begin to fall, but you're caught by none other than Al. "Hey, babe, you all right?" He asks, lifting you back to your feet. "Y-yeah," you reply. You're still holing him and he's still holding you. And guess what? He's in his pajamas. What are his pajamas you ask? He's not wearing a shirt. Just pants. You realize this and immediately let go of him as your face gets red. He also realizes what is happening and his face goes equally as red as he drops his hands to his sides. "So... What're you doing up this late? It's midnight," Al says, his face still warm because of what just happened. "Uh, I had a weird dream and I had to get it out of my mind. But I think it might have been a memory that I forgot," you reply, looking up into his red eyes. "What happened?" He asks. There's something in his voice. Like he's worried about something. "Well, I made cupcakes with Ollie. I was camping and hunting with Matt. I was sitting outdoors with Francis. And I went to a baseball game with you. And..." You trail off because you didn't want to tell him about the kiss. Or, almost kiss, because you woke up before it happened. "And? What?" Al asks. He sounds like he wants-no. Needs to know. "And we... You and I... Uh, were watching tv together. Yup, that's it," you reply. You must've not sounded believable because he stands there with his arms crossed, requiring an answer. "Well, I have a question first." "Okay, shoot," he replies. "Were we ever dating? Because in my dream we kissed," you say. You can feel your cheeks get hotter and hotter so you look down to hide your face. "Uh, yeah. We were," Al replies. He sounds a little uncomfortable. "What happened?" You ask. You're now curious about your unknown past. "Well, you moved away and we decided that a long distance relationship wouldn't work out," Al says. You don't believe him. He doesn't sound very confident with his answer. You decide you'll ask Oliver about your and Al's relationship tomorrow. Ollie wouldn't lie to you. Would he? No, you feel like you can trust Ollie the most. You think that you two will be good friends. "Uh, I should probably get back to bed," you say, breaking an awkward silence. "Yeah, me too," Al answers. You two walk back through the hall to your bedrooms. You don't understand why, but you want to hug him. He makes you feel calm. Do you... Like him? You dismiss that thought as you watch him walk into his room and shut the door. You follow his example, and walk into your own room. You don't understand why, but you wish that you did something. You regret your lack of actions. You just let him walk away. You lean against your closed door and you slide down until you're sitting. You sigh and run your hand through your hair. You have no idea why you feel this way. Have you always felt this way? Was this the way you felt before you lost your memory? But more importantly, was this how Al felt as well? You get up and walk to your bed, flopping down onto it. You almost immediately fall back asleep. You regret sleeping. The innocent dreams have turned into horrible, horrible nightmares. No longer are you baking cupcakes with Oliver, no, you're tearing people apart and chopping them up. The worst part is, you're banking them into cupcakes and eating them. You're not sitting with Francis anymore. He's very intoxicated and he's smoking and doing horrible things to some random woman, so you refused to watch this part of the nightmare. You're not just camping and hunting with Matt. He's killing a poacher. Well, more like torturing a poacher. And Al. No baseball games and tv anymore. He's smashing someone's skull in with a nail filled bat. He turns to you, blood splattered all over his clothes and a bit on his face. He gets closer, then lifts his bat above your head. His bat comes whirring down until- You jump straight out of bed this time. You land on the floor, sitting up. Your face is wet with tears. Then the tears come for real. They rush from your eyes until you can hardly see anymore. You really can't believe what just happened. Your dream felt so real. And Al... He almost killed you. There is still no light, so it must still be late. Probably around three or four in the morning. You're far to scared to go back to bed. The nightmares are still haunting the back of your mind. Suddenly you can't breath, you're crying so hard. You try to keep in your gasps and cries, you fear that you might wake someone up. You did. A knock on your door proves so. "Hey, doll, are you okay?" Al's voice sounds scared and nervous. When you don't reply, he opens the door and sees you balled up on the floor, holding your knees. He moves quickly, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap. He wraps his arms around you and whispers soothing things into your ear. You melt into his bare chest and cry into him. You can't hear him, you're just listening to his heart as you cry. You were truly afraid of the nightmare. You were afraid that Oliver, Francis, Matt, and Al were actually like that. You wanted them to be nice, and care for you. They actually probably are nice to you, you just can't remember. They're probably good people, but as before, you just cannot remember. Your bawling quiets to a small whimper here and there. You're still wrapped in Al's arms, buried into his chest. "It's okay, it's okay. You're fine. Everything's gunna be fine," Al whispers calming words into your ear until your tears completely stop flowing. Your eyes are red and your face is puffy, but you lift your head and speak Al. "Can I sleep in your bed tonight, Al?" You ask, your voice breaks a little from the crying. "Sure, doll," Al says as he lifts you up and carried you to his room.