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is pricelessly stunned and somewhat entertained. “So, I will offer you this: I will try to dig around and find some answers, but I am not, and never will hurt Heather for you. Take it, leave it, or shove it.” I cross my arms across my chest.
    A displeased, yet resolved look covers his pale face. “I’m going to counter your offer,” he arrogantly replies. “I will give you a few days to try it your way, but that’s it. When you find nothing, you WILL do it my way. Agreed?”
    “Agreed.” I silently celebrate my first victory. “Now, if I’m going to help you, I will need to know a few things. Can you communicate outside of dreams?”
    “No. I can’t seem to breach the waking world for some reason. I can only reach you through your subconscious. The Ouija board is the only other way I’ve found, it seems to tap into a subconscious realm.”
    “What about the daydream you breached earlier today, with Heather in the shower?”
    “Um, that wasn’t me.” His eyebrow lifts slightly. “Guess I’m not going to have to work too hard on throwing you two together after all.” He suddenly seems curious. “You really like girls? I wouldn’t have pegged you as a lesbian.” He laughs.
    I stiffly want to guard my privacy, yet feel the need to explain at the same time. “No, I don’t like girls. Heather is different, she’s more of a dude, you know?”
    “No, she’s a girl—a bad one at that. I wouldn’t get too attached to her, she’s dangerous.” He adds.
    “No, she is not. She didn’t have anything to do with your murder, death, or however the hell you died. I’m going to prove it.”
    “You read Lana’s journal, it’s there in black and white. Lana found something out, and then all of the sudden disappears to a mental hospital. And this is all some strange coincidence, right?”
    “Yes, that’s exactly right,” I confidently answer.
    “You’re so naïve it’s actually nauseating.” A disgusted look covers his face.
    “Sticks and stones, love.” I roll my eyes. “What’s your full name and where are you from?”
    “Dominick Chance Manning, I’m from Lawrenceville.”
    “Crazy, I’m from Lawrenceville, too. How old are you?”
    “I was twenty-seven when I died. I didn’t die in Lawrenceville, though. I died here.”
    “In Atlanta?” I make a mental note so I can research him later.
    “In this room, actually.” He says matter-of-factly.
    Chills run through my body. It makes sense, but I hadn’t even considered that part. “How did you die?”
    “I don’t remember much. I remember Mrs. Peyton and I were having a session, she was my psychiatrist. Everything got really blurry. The next thing I know, I wake up here—in a dream, if that makes any sense. Mrs. Peyton’s office is now someone’s home. I don’t even know how long it’s been. The last day I was alive was October Fifteenth of Two Thousand and Ten.”
    “Today is October Third, Two Thousand and Twelve.” I fill him in.
    “I’ve been in this nightmare for two years, I can’t wake up, and I can’t leave this building. I’m stuck, alone until you fall asleep. You’re the only person I have right now.” His face loses that cockiness, turning somber and lost.
    “Nick, I’m going to help you, I promise.” I reach for his hand, but he pulls it back swiftly.
    “Leave the gushy shit for your Romeo, I’m fine. Now, is there anything else you need to know, so we can get this started?” His cold tone returns.
    I’m instantly embarrassed at my display of affection towards him. His rejection stings, dead or alive—asleep or awake. I steady my words to try and hide my humiliation, knowing full well that he can see through me like glass.
    “First of all, if you don’t remember anything, then how do you know Heather knows something? Lana’s journal is not a reliable source of information. As you say, she was crazy—just like you. Not to mention, she never named Heather exactly, Lana only said SHE.” Rejection