Hello all (: Time for the next chapter. Sorry, but I haven't been in a very "writing" mood lately

Honeyg: LOL it was only a joke. :)

I was hoping for a peaceful, dreamless night of sleep. That request was denied. I soon found myself in a similar, dark room.

My mother was there, but not sitting or crying. She stood under a damp light, beckoning me to come closer. I walked slowly. Careful not to trip and fall. As I approached her, I saw her face more clearly. She was indeed frail and tired, but her eyes gleamed of hope and she ran at me and embraced me in a desperate hug to squeeze the air out of me. She let go of me and looked at me.

"My Son." She was close to crying, "You've grown up so much." She hugged me again. More prepared, I hugged her back.

"Hi mum." Was the best thing I could think of. I was ashamed of my limited mind.

"Don't be ashamed Herry." She said. "I can read your mind you know."

I gulped. "You mean you actually are psychic?" I felt her nod. She spoke to me in my head.

I see you have been reading Archies book. You already figured out it was all real? That was quick.

"Um mum, nothing personal but I do like to keep somethings private."

"Oh sorry hun." She finally let go of me.

"Well, all these dreams have had some message for me. What is it this time?" I asked, trying to be polite as I could.

"I am here to show you something." She said.

"Show me what? This room is empty besides you and me."

My mum smiled. "Just like your father, analysing everything. We have everything we need here." I wasn't onto what she was getting at. She smiled and touched my forehead. It was like she brought back the words in my head.

You don't need me to find him, the ability is within you.

She let go as I stood, startled at the message she was telling me.

"Y-your telling me, that I am psychic too?" She nodded.

"How? I'm not a mind reader or telepathic."

"They come in time, but you can sense danger can't you? Something about those harpies drew your attention the second they were in the room."

"Their boobs?" I suggested sarcastically. My mum just laughed.

"No there was more than that and you knew it. You sensed it at the cemetery too." I didn't deny her that. I felt that something funny was going on the second I stepped out of the car at the funeral. I figured that it was the depressing atmosphere but apparently not.

"So what does this mean? Do I have some kind of sixth sense?"

My mum nodded. "Precisely. Your powers will grow in time. The trick, is to focus. I must go now, I don't have much time left." She started backing away from me.

"Mum, WAIT." I stopped her dead in her tracks.

"Yes darling?"

"Why did the mayor really send you all the way to the institution? I think there was more to it than what people have told me."

She shrugged. "It doesn't matter anymore. I'm here, and I can reach you from here. I will see you again soon. I love you Herry." She kissed me on the cheek and she faded into the blackness, leaving me alone.

I muttered, "I miss you mum."

I was awoken by a high pitched scream, which had me out of my sleeping bag ready to defend myself. I looked to my right. Ashlynn was sitting rigid in her bed in a cold sweat. She breathed heavily and when she noticed I was awake, she blushed to a purple haze.

"Are you alright?" I asked sincerely. She shook her head. She was quiet for a while.

"Bad dream." She whispered quietly.

I sat on the side of the bed, trying to comfort her "What happened in the dream?" I gave her a pat on her cool, sweaty shoulder.

She spoke slowly and insecurely, "It was of my family. I saw them dead on the ground. Blood. There was so much blood. They were piled on top of one another like some kind of mass grave. I heard a scary dark laugh,and then I woke up." Her breathing returned to normal and the sweat disappeared. I looked at the clock. It was 5:30. The sun was about to rise.

"Hey," I nudged her. "We should get going. You can rest more in the car. She sniffed and nodded. I left her in privacy to change as I packed the car and checked out at the empty counter. I simply left the keys there as I had already paid the day before. As I walked away, I thought about my conversation with my mother. It was like she was physically there, except she was in my dreams. She told me I had the same potential that she had to become psychic I wanted to test that theory, but I knew I was not capable of reading minds or controlling people.

But could I be in time?

Ashlynn came out of the room with all of her stuff. As she stepped into the car, she had red eyes and a tear down her cheek. Ashlynn seemed like a tough nut to crack. I knew at an instant when I met her, she wouldn't cry easily. I suggested the thought that there was more to that dream than she told me. It was just a dream. As far as my book told me, her parents were not the telepathic ones so there was no way she was getting messages from her parents like I got. Come to think of it, my dad wasn't telepathic either. My mind was boggled about how HE was communicating with me.

Yet there Ashlynn was, crying. I wanted to help her, but I knew that she was hiding her tears from me. She wanted to look strong and tough. Not crying away so I decided not to bother her about it. I hoped it would make her feel better if I didn't notice them.

We drove for miles and miles with no other car to be seen. We were now amongst the true wilderness of Northern Ontario, a bleak land filled with rocks, trees, and water. Quiet as it was, the scenery would be amazing. The highway often revealed fantastic views of lakes and valleys. I stopped several times to take a picture with my ipod. Just in case We ever managed to end this mess that had screwed up our lives.

That left me wondering. Where will we go when this is all over? Will all this ever end? Why have the burdens of the father fallen to the son? That last question just came to me. Ashlynn slept peacefully through most of the day. I really felt sorry for her. She put a lot of effort to appear tough and be different from all the other, more girly girls. And I just witnessed those pillars crumble. In the end, we are all human aren't we?

What happened at the motel was between me and Ashlynn. I would have never told anyone anyways, even if she didn't tell me to say nothing about it. Comparatively, she was braver and tougher than most people thrice her age. She had come with me the whole way across a province, looking death in the face and still managing to fight. Our travels had just begun, but both of us had learned so much.

Sorry, this one is a shorty for today.

Here is the question of today: What do you think happened to Jay?

I want to see your answers. And as always, review the story, and have a nice day! :)