The doctor finally had a day where he could sit down and do some problem solving. Paperwork wasn’t something he ever had a chance to do. He wanted to go through the journals and he wanted to write down some thoughts about the fact that he was being visited by his brother’s memories.

He knew the two were tied together and maybe the clues were really all tied to the dreams and the reapers but he didn’t have a lot of time to solve his own problems, just others.

The phone rings….

He answers it and a woman on the other end is frantic for him to come down to the hospital. He needs to help with a case on a couple of people who seem to be connected but the police can’t figure out how.

“I’ll be right down there.”

When he rushed down there, it was a man and a women unconscious with gun shot wounds but still alive just barely.

“Can you do a three-way dream doctor?”

“I can try but it’s risky because I don’t know where that puts me. I don’t know how that looks. I don’t know how I will fit into that scenario, but let’s try.”

They suit up and the cops watch the doors while the doctor goes under.

It was rainy here for a change, but it was muggy like most nights lately here in August. I look over, God why did I look over. Just in time to watch him press that gun to his temple so that he could.

“I can hear the patient narrate through the dream like an old noir movie”

It threw the doctor off for a moment and then he continued.

******

So that he could end everything….

I noticed a tape beside him.

“wonder what’s on that tape?!”

Down that dark alley everything seemed tucked in away from the city. I assume that’s why he picked the place he did. I should have felt more scattered. I was calm. It felt so weird. I walked over to grab the tape before it ate at my mind too much.

The door swung open as my trench coat swallowed the edge of the dark plastic.

I suppose a sound of a gun would attract a few curious lookers

I needed to get far away from the scene and find what information I could on this person….

This fate that decided to bring before me. I caught the taxi and rushed fast.

SLIPPED OUT FROM THE CAR. THREW THE MONEY OUT IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION(I THINK)AND PROCEDED STRAIGHT LINE DON’T SKIP ANYMORE BEATS DON’T COLLECT 200 JUST GO JUST GO JUST GO GO GO……

SLAM!!!!!!!!

My mind was quiet once again. I sat the tape on the coffee table. I wasn’t ready to watch it yet. I know, I know, But what is seen, can’t be unseen. How could I witness it? How can I turn back now? Without going down that rabbit hole?

I touched it. It was ice cold. I don’t know why I expected anything different. I popped it into the VCR. Yes, I have a VCR. No, this isn’t the 1980’s….this is 2007.

*********

The red dress. It’s the first your eyes catch. Waiting at the bus stop and a man walks up to her and asks

“have you been waiting long?”

Offers the coat, Offers the ride. She had nothing to lose. She opens the door to the spare room. Warm with sound of jazz dancing through the air.It was more welcoming than the previous nights. Her head hit the cool, stiff cotton.

Her eyes woke up to the smell of coffee…. A slight comfort kicked in uncomfortable all on its own.

She sat with her “morning after” look. Which was hardly anything bad. She had emeralds for eyes and a river of rich red wine ran from her head.

She looked up at him….

“What…..why were you all dressed up at the bus at 2am?”