know what happened out there the other night, or if the other night was all in my dreams. If it was a dream, then how is it I know you, remember you? It was you I was chasing when that whole nightmare started.” “Oh. It was a nightmare , honey. You can be sure of that and I can also tell you that you were chasing me. Something did crash into your car and give you a concussion. I did patch you up and call an ambulance to tell them where you were. Your life will be much easier if that’s how you look at it.” “But the other… The animals… Are they real?” She sighed and sat back in her seat. He almost held his breath as he waited for her to confirm or deny it. He didn’t know how he’d feel if she denied it. Perhaps he could go on and pretend that it was just a dream if she’d just say that it was one. She finally spoke, but she didn’t say what he wanted to hear. “They are a nightmare too. And like a nightmare, they’ll probably sneak up on you in your dreams when you least expect it, especially if I stick around.” He was silent for a moment. That didn’t confirm or deny anything and he didn’t know if he could ask it again. “And what are you?” he asked instead. She looked over at him and he saw something in her eyes. Exhaustion. Maybe wariness. “ Honey. I’m a nightmare too. And it would be best if you forget all about me.” He watched her. Was she saying she was one of them? Did she turn into one of them at night? But he had seen her at night, hell it was officially night time right now and she wasn’t one. If he recalled the dream correctly, she had rescued him. She had killed the creatures. He reached out and touched her arm. She felt real enough. The guard came back up over her face and she smiled at him. “Don’t start anything you aren’t going to fi nish, shug,” she said sweetly. He pulled his hand away in anger. He was tired of her throwing up her innuendoes to keep him at arms length. Even that kiss in the bar had been meant to keep him away from the truth. She wasn’t really interested in him and that was a real shame. She only wanted to distract him from the truth. Nothing more. They pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and found a space. He put the truck in park and turned to her. “What is your name?” “Al.” “Al…” he said and stretched it out, waiting for the rest. “Al… is short for Alicia. But I prefer Al,” she said before she opened the truck door and got out. He followed. Her bike was in the bed of the truck. He had pretended to help her lift it into the bed of the truck earlier, but in reality she had picked it up nearly by herself. It weighed down the bed of his truck. She plucked it out and sat it on the ground now as easily as if it were a bicycle. It had to weigh a few hundred pounds. He sucked in a calming breath as he watched one of her long legs swing over the tank and straddled the bike that should have been too heavy for her to hold up. She was going to kick the beast to life and ride off but he quickly went to her side and took her arm. She looked up at him with something dangerous on her face and he released her. “I need to talk to you. You said you’d wait.” She looked as if she were considering him. “I think you know everything that you can safely know,” she responded softly. “Is that a threat?” Her shoulders looked weighed down suddenly. “You don’t know… Sometimes the burden of knowing is more than we can bear. It isn’t safe for you to know what I know so I would say… forget about it.” “What if… I mean if they are real… what if they come back?” “They shouldn’t. Not for a very long time and if they did, someone like me will be back.” “Someone like you? You mean there are more like you?” “You better thank your lucky stars , mon ami. Why don’t you do this? You seem to need some time to think. Go check on the meat head, then come to The Blue Moon, room 301.” “The