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No way! Me and Tyler here will be joinin’ ya. Now move!” He waved the gun at Michael motioning him to head toward the front door. He pushed Tyler forward with the gun still pointed at his head.
    Michael turned to the front door, but then stopped and did something unexpected. He turned back, and his eyes fixed at my window.
    Could he see me?
    Was he really looking at me?
    “Michael!” I screamed, pounding the window. But my voice and efforts were silent. Tears streamed down my face, and everything began to ache inside. His big, brown eyes were filled with fear and despair - a look I’d never witnessed on Michael. And then, he smiled at me… My heart stopped, and then turned and headed out the door.
    I shook myself from that horrible dream, trembling, dripping with sweat and tears. Why was this happening to me? Why was I being shown all of this? Is that what happened to Michael? Was Tyler really involved? I didn’t know what to think, whether dream or premonition? I had no idea, and no way of finding out… at least not right now.
    I couldn’t sleep. Not after that last dream. My brain was in overdrive, so I decided to brew some coffee and wait for morning to arrive; not expecting the sun to rise and offer a bright morning…It would make its grand appearance around noon.
    At 6:01 A.M. the phone rang. I knew it was Emily. She was the only one that knew I woke up at six, but she also knew not to call a minute sooner. I was guessing she’d heard the news. The grapevine in town was strong.
    Caller ID told me it was in-fact, Emily.
    I likened Emily to a whirlwind. She was petite but athletic, and had short brown hair, greenish-gray eyes, and a dainty face that resembled a fairy. Her only blemish was her very big mouth. Whenever she was around we were occupied. She talked too fast, moved too fast, and always had her nose in other people’s business. Sometimes she was just too exhausting to be around, so I limited my time with her to a few days a week... if even that. I told her she should be checked for A.D.H.D., which she thought was totally hilarious, even though I was totally serious.
    I hesitated to pick up the phone but knew she wouldn’t stop calling until I did, so I reluctantly grabbed the receiver and placed it to my ear.
    “Hey Em,” I said tiredly.
    “Oh my God, Lizzy, you’re okay! You’re okay… aren’t you?” she asked.
    “Yes, Em. I’m okay,” I lied.
    “Please tell me it’s a lie… that it’s not true… what they’re saying about Michael. They’re saying that he died in a car accident! It’s not true… is it? Were you with him last night? Is he okay?” She rambled off a zillion questions before I could answer one.
    “Em!” I scolded. I didn’t feel in any mood to answer any of them, especially because I didn’t have all of the answers. And I didn’t want to dwell on the fact that Michael was gone. I wanted to deal with it in my own way, in my own time. Hearing about his death from others made me feel sick inside. It was solidifying everything I was still trying to deal with.
    “Sorry, Liz. I just heard and had to hear it for myself. Kara called me. She said that her boyfriend saw Tyler down at the park. They said he looked pretty busted up. He had a cut on his head, and a black eye, and he was crying saying that Michael had died in some car accident last night.”
    “Tyler?” I exaggerated. The cut on his head, the black eye…it was all in my dream.
    “Yeah, Tyler Cross. You know… Chief Cross’ son.”
    “I know who he is, Em.” I sounded irritated. My mind raced through many different scenarios. The dream I had last night, I couldn’t shake. I wondered if Tyler did have a part in it, and if he knew anything about what had happened to Michael.
    “Liz! Are you still there?” Emily blurted.
    “Yeah, I’m here,” I said warily.
    “Well?” She slurred.
    “Yes, it’s true,” I sighed. “Michael’s parents called me last night, and told me that he had passed in