As I rushed down the mountain, the feeling of foreboding grew stronger and stronger in my chest, making it to where I could barely catch my breath. I had to stop several times to regulate my breathing. All the while, my eyes began to tingle and I could faintly hear the sound of someone screaming in the distance...

"Ugh!" I stopped once more to rub at the skin around them.

Not that it helped any, but it was worth a try. I scowled as the itching grew worse and worse but I refused to rub at them, already knowing the outcome of that action. At my defiance, my eyes suddenly began to feel as it someone was scrubbing at them with sandpaper.

"By Thioriginell!" I cried as I fell down onto my knees, throwing my glasses off in favor of cradling my eyes.

My surroundings seemed to become warped- the sounds of wildlife began to fluctuate and the ground seemed to roll beneath me, making me teeter on my knees before eventually falling onto my side. Despite laying still on the ground, I still felt as if someone had strapped me to the top of a spinning pinwheel. I didn't dare to open my eyes for I already knew that my blurry vision would just add onto the influx of the nauseating feeling I was experiencing. Everything eventually became too intense for me to handle and I felt myself began to retch-

Then I was in my kitchen.

I pursed my lips and glanced about my surrounding. Yep, this was definitely my kitchen, except for the fact that everything was in monochrome- nothing but black and white. This only meant one thing.

"A vision," I murmured dispassionately, looking around for anything out of place.

I frowned when I noticed that the lights were flickering at random intervals.

"Is the generator acting up? I could've swore I cut it off..." I questioned myself, rubbing at my mask.

Before I could ponder too much on the subject, I noticed Aoba walking from the hallway, seemingly set on going somewhere. Before he walked to the back door, something seemed to catch his attention in the kitchen. I followed his line of vision to one of my appliances which was my toaster. He mouthed a few words that I couldn't hear, something that's common in my visions, and walked towards it.

"Uh oh," I groaned, already having an idea of where this vision was going.

Suddenly, everything seemed to press against me and the scene blurred as it began to show something else. It cut to Aoba seemingly screaming as he clutched the plug. I scowled.

All too soon, I found myself back in the forest collapsed on the ground. I laid there for a moment to gather my bearing, moaning wearily as I rolled onto my back to feel the breeze on my face.

"Alright!" I thundered as I stood up.

I promptly got back onto my hands and knees again to search for my glasses. Once finding them, I launched myself down the mountain with a renewed vigor. Although I was filled with a renewed determination, I couldn't help but to groan rather loudly as I jumped through the trees, scaring away a few birds. The toaster I have is a bit old, with it being a hand-me-down, so on the underside of the plug was nothing but bare wires. Unfortunate for me, Aoba doesn't know that. Hell, from the sides it looks perfectly fine and on occasion given myself a pretty nasty shock from gripping it wrong.

"Damn it!" I cursed, making myself go faster so I could prevent the upcoming disaster.

Soon enough, the trees sudden gave way to the clearing where my house was located and I broke into a run, racing across it. I sped past the window that belongs to the guest room and peeked into it and was relieved when I saw Aoba in the midst of tending to the still unconscious Noiz. I don't know how far am I along in the time-line, but I have a feeling that Aoba noticed my figure going past the window, so he's going to investigate soon.

I was now at the back of my house in front of my generator investigating it. It was making strange whirring sounds that it shouldn't be making- it's one of those expensive soundless ones after all. Tentatively, I walked around it searching for any damages of some sort and immediately scowled at the sight beside it. On the right of it, where the shut off switch was located, was a gaping hole. It seemed that something had dug into it with a reckless abandon and tore out everything inside.

"Wouldn't Aoba hear something tearing into the generator?" I groaned as I crouched before it.

But then again, if whoever or whatever it was could do this then I wouldn't want Aoba facing it anyway. I thought as I began to fuss over the generator, trying to see anyway to shut it off.

I couldn't see any spare pieces laying around, making me suspicious of foul play.

"Who did this?" I grumbled, my frustration making me irritable.

It also made me unmindful of my surrounds because before I knew it, I was touching the generator. At first, nothing happened, making me release a pent up sigh of relief. That's when the generator made a terrible screeching noise and excess electricity raced up my arm.

A scream filled the air.