[So predictable.
I know there's a point, but this feels like a waste of time.
What do they want anyway?
Can't be anything good.
Oh well, it's almost over;
is that good or bad?
I'm scared to find out.]
She couldn't remember the specifics of the conversation. May had woken from the dream confused by what could have triggered it. Obviously, it had something to do with Dennis; the boy in her dream looked just like a younger version of him, a resemblance that she would have seen even if she hadn't come across a picture of him at that age recently. 'That was probably it', she thought.
Dennis Thorne is a tall, pale man with jet black hair, and a naturally stoic expression. His most distinct feature are his pink eyes, yes pink.
In her dream, Dennis seemed about the same age as her, soon to be 16, though he is in his 30's now. Dream Dennis was sitting across from her in an unfamiliar library (though she knew where she was in the dream) with a few books and papers in front of him, looking for all the world like he was doing homework. He had paused though, and looked up at her when she'd started a conversation. That was one of the few things May remembered about the conversation, that she started it. They'd talked for a short while. [About….someone else. Someone we knew. We were worried about him…..at least, I think it was a "him". I definitely remember feeling worried though, it's still kinda' there.] The dream ended when the conversation did.
There was something about the dream that bothered May. A few things, actually. For one, the Dennis in the dream was someone else. She couldn't remember the name she'd used, but she could remember that it was short for something longer than Dennis, which isn't short for anything. And it wasn't just the name. He felt like a different person. Similar sure, in appearance and demeanor, but a separate individual. [We were friends, but not as close as]----Maple's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock on her door.
[Who else could it be?] Her younger brother is the only one who bothers knocking. "Come in", she said.