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yelled at the door, "we're busy, come back later."

    Heather giggled and bent down to unbuckle his belt. A loud crash caused them to both jump as an ax-head burst through the hotel door, producing a large hole. A man with slick backed hair and black sunglasses stuck his head in a moment after pulling the ax back. "I said ROOM SERVICE! " The agent screamed at them.

    "Oh my God, they're coming for me!" Heather screamed as the agent took another chunk out of the door with the ax he was using.

    "I cannot believe this..." Brian shook his head

    "We need to run, we need to get out of here!" She put her hands on her head and started jumping in a circle.

    "Heather, relax," Brian stood up and walked to the door. The agent stuck his head back in and growled at him barring his teeth. Brian leaned his face just out of reach of the growling agent and locked eyes with him for a split second. "Hit yourself with that ax."

    The Agent paused, then pulled his head back into the hallway, a second later a meaty 'thunk' sound came from the hallway.

    Brian smiled to himself and turned back to calm Heather. Two, red, glowing eyes looked in from outside the room's window. They were there for only a second, staring at him, as if pondering him, then they vanished.

    A sickly feeling filled his stomach as he locked eyes with whatever he thought he saw, then, like the eyes themselves, the feeling was gone.

Chapter 4

    The smell of her hair was the thing he thought he would remember the most when he came out of her dream. It wasn't surprising as his face has completely buried in it at the time. It had a strong cherry smell to it. Whatever shampoo she must use, it had to be pretty good as even after a day and a night, her hair still smelled clean and wonderful. Her body shifted away from him as he just laid there and just enjoyed the smell of her. It was disappointing, really. He hadn't quite realized how good she felt against his body until she rolled away. Now his body actually began to ache as she stretched and rolled onto her stomach.

    He contemplated going back into her dreams for a bit longer, after all, there was no telling what trouble or fun she could be getting herself in to, and he would be missing it all. Glancing out his window from where he lay, he could see that it was already lightening outside. He had stayed inside with her for longer than he meant to, but it really couldn't have been helped. She'd needed him, and without him, she would still be lost in those crazy nightmares she was having. Usually, she had nice dreams, rarely ever had she anything like it'd been that night. Well, then again, he couldn't remember anything quite like that before. when she did have nightmares they were disjointed and chaotic in nature. No one thing was able to keep itself prominent in her mind for any length of time. Brian could usually break up anything that would actually, on those rare moments, stay for longer than normal.

    He felt it was part of his job in watching over her. She needed it in this world, and since she wouldn't let him be in it except at long distance, he chose to protect her in that world, The world of her dreams. It was only a few months ago that she had caught swine flu. The dreams that sickness produced had been the worst. She had a high fever from what he had heard, and he could believe it, as her dreams were everything one would expect from fevered dreams. Clashing colors, continuous sounds that never went away. People and things morphing continuously, and situations completely replaying themselves over and over. He could remember one scene where he took it to be from a TV show she had watched earlier that week. The scene was innocuous in itself, that was until it kept playing over and over, faster and faster as if it were some sort of crazy carnival ride. It had taken him quite some time to stop it from restarting. The effect of it was akin to some sort of crazy water torture. At least, it felt that way to him, as he too had