The next morning she woke up with a low growling sound erupting from her empty stomach, but her laziness took over the hunger for a bit. She lay in bed for a while thinking about the boy she found by her car yesterday and how fast he had been healing. She remembered how for the first few minutes she could feel nothing but the shock still creeping through her bones. But as it started to ease, she suddenly realized what had happened in front of her own eyes. Without any real medical attention, his wound that would be taken at least two weeks to heal correctly just disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

She shook her head and started to get up. Maybe she had been dreaming about the whole thing. Or her subconscious has added this unrealistic event to the otherwise totally normal situation. After all, this is not the first time this has happened. She was dreaming quite a lot.

In fact, she was dreaming every night. Of course, everyone has at least one dream every night, but most people don't really remember their dream or that they had a dream in the first place. But ever since she can remember, she has been dreaming every single night. Sometimes about the most random things, where she woke up and laughed about the craziness, her mind had been producing. And sometimes she dreamed about ordinary situations, with a small little detail missing or changed unrealistically, making the whole situation suddenly appear supernatural.

She likes to drink the occasional cup of coffee, but her body just couldn't stomach it most mornings. It made her insides work in a very unpreferable way and gave her way too much energy, which in turn made her feel like a bouncing circus clown. So she sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of tea and some toast to look at the job advertisements in the local newspaper.

A few bars and coffee shops in Forks were looking for baristas and waitresses, but she didn't like working with too many people, as they tended to stress her a lot. Also, she was looking for something closer, hoping that she wouldn't have to take the car to work every day. She preferred walking or maybe riding a bike because it gave her a chance to exercise and was better for the environment. For the occasional trip to the supermarket or places too far to walk to or reach by bike, she would take the car. But if she could avoid it, she did.

The local school was looking for a part-time administrative staff, which sounded like something she could do. Another job offer caught her attention at the bottom of the page. It saught a "competent, friendly and young person" to help with promotional work. She had no idea about what to make of the job description, the announcement gave very little information about anything. But a quick search in her phone told her that the address listed was not too far from her place. In fact, she could walk there. Although she was curious about the mysterious job offer, she decided to go to apply at the school first.

The school was bigger than she expected, with three stable and strong wooden houses enclosing the schoolyard in a misshaped triangle. Two of the three houses even had two stories with the small grey windows looking at her with an empty soul. The rain, which just started to fall gave the whole scene a sombre atmosphere. Still, the surrounding thick forest upgraded it a little more into something more mysterious.

The parking lot was full of old and rusty cars that had definitely seen better days, but there was no one else around. She guessed all the students were in their classrooms now and was happy she didn't have to face them.

Luckily, she found the door she was looking for in the second building. After knocking on the secretary's door, she entered. "Hi", she smiled shyly and looked at the young woman at the desk in front of her. It seemed like the woman didn't hear her, as she was very busy staring down angrily at the computer in front of her. Her brown, shoulder-length hair was kept out of her face by a few hairpins. She wore a pair of very unfashionable old glasses with a very thick black frame, which made her look like a combination between an old mad professor and a sexy librarian.

She cleared her throat, and finally, the woman at the desk looked up. "Hi, I'm so sorry. I didn't hear you come in. Have you been standing there for long? I'm really sorry, I just don't understand how these things work anymore. My name is Kim, how can I help you?"

"Hi, my name is Nomi. I'm here to apply for the administrative job?" she shyly asked the woman in front of her.

"Of course, come in! Take a seat!" The woman named Kim gestured towards a small chair positioned in front of her desk. "Headmaster Wade is not in today, but I can give you all the information you need and hand him your application if that's okay with you? Or do you want to come back tomorrow and give it to him personally? He doesn't really care, though if you give it to him personally or not. He will just be happy that someone is applying!"

She was taken a bit aback by the cheeriness and talkativeness of the woman. She didn't expect the school's secretary to be so young and quirky. The ones she remembered were grumpy old women, who only talked to you if really necessary. This Kim was the exact opposite of this.

"Uhhhh, I guess I can leave it with you if that's okay. If you say, the headmaster doesn't mind. But I can also come back tomorrow if that's better?"

"How about you leave it with me and come back tomorrow? I'm pretty sure that you have the job already. There's barely any qualification needed, and you seem nice" Kim smiled at her friendly. She seemed to be a kind and trustworthy person, although a bit overly talkative.

She shrugged and answered: " Okay, I can do that as well. Thank you. And I guess I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye!"

Kim waved her goodbye and sat down at her desk again.

That had been easier than she thought. But she shouldn't be too excited, after all, she did not get the job yet.

The way from the school to the other place was a bit further than she expected, but she didn't mind walking along with the tall green trees. Luckily the rain had retired to a slight drizzle. Putting on her hood, she enjoyed the cold and wet air. It smelled of pines and trees and a little bit like the boy she had encountered yesterday. Or in her dream. She wasn't sure about it.

Looking around, she hoped to spot him somewhere between the trees, to confirm that the whole thing had been real. But all she saw were a few leaves rustled up by a bird or small animal.

Suddenly she remembered the scarf she had tied around his arm to stop the bleeding. If it was true, then it must still be dirty with his blood. She remembered throwing it into one of the empty cardboard boxes yesterday. As soon as she gets home, she will check if it is still there and dirty.

The house she was looking for was located in the centre of the Reservation. It was surrounded by several small businesses and shops, forming some sort of central hub. Walking up to the house, she could see the amazingly carved woodwork surrounding the windows, door and the roof. Some of the carvings showed surprisingly detailed animals, especially wolves.

While she still marvelled at the artwork, the door opened, with an old man in a wheelchair calling out to her.