After getting back from the lab to check on the patient and shaking off what had happen from the night before the doctor decided to finally get some sleep. He didn’t want to fall asleep but he knew he had to. He knew if he didn’t, things would surely get worse over time. He didn’t want that to happen.

So he laid down and closed his eyes.

The street was like every other street he had seen so far. Same row of houses, same dark and cloudy skies. He started walking towards the blue house with the black mailbox standing at the curb. Around the bottom of the mailbox were piles and piles of unopened mail. He picked one up to see who it was from, it was from his Grandmother. He followed the trails of piled up letters to the door. They were all from his grandparents. Every single one of them dated between March 15^th and January 7^th. Dr. Scotchez made an extra effort to walk around worried that if he had stepped on just one, it might cause a conflict in the dream.

He barely got over onto the porch and to the door. He opened it carefully to see what lay inside, cautious so he didn’t wake or disturb anyone or anything. For a second he couldn’t remember who’s dream it was.

“This must be one of my patient’s dreams”

Inside was almost complete darkness except for the door that sat across with the light highlighting it’s shape. He stepped on into the darkness. He noticed there were candles lining the wall but none of them were lit. He saw an antique table with a lamp on it and matches beside it. He looked into the top of the lamp and noticed the bulb inside it had been shattered. He realized he was stepping on glass that was scattered through out the floor.

“Where are my shoes? I just had them on a second ago.”

His feet began to fill the floor with a dark, dark red hue. The pieces of glass seemed to become sharper the longer he stood on them.

“When did all this glass get here?”

The questions began to race through his mind. His feet suddenly felt wet, he was standing in the basement. It was flooded with about two feet of water. A small boat was coming out from behind the corner. It was C. Segador.