"The word 'sorry' won't fix what you did this time," Jorgensen growled.
"What am I supposed to say, then?" Frederick asked his friend. "I don't know what I can do!"
"Look around you! How do you expect to fix this?"
Frederick looked around. It was dark and smokey, and he could only hear the noise of people screaming and shouting.
Suddenly, all he could hear around him was the ocean. He was sinking under.
Frederick gasped for air. He was in his bed, in his own room. It was the same dream. He didn't like it. What did it mean?