One week later....
Hannah was walking home from school on Monday. She was enjoying her walk. But then she looked up and saw something that shocked and scared her. At first she didn't think anything of it but then she looked again. It was him. The man from her dreams. She stopped dead in her tracks. She couldn't move couldn't say anything. She was in total shock.
"How could this be real, she thought. He is just a dream. He can't be here. What do I do? Should I talk to him? Will he think I'm crazy. Wait I think I'm crazy. Wait where's my phone. I need to take a picture. I have to show mom and the therapist. They will never believe me. "
She dropped her bag and grabbed her phone. Just as she pointed the phone at him he turned toward her and smiled. After a moment's shock she snapped several pictures. Then he turned and walked away. He walked down the street and turned the corner.
Very quickly Hannah grabbed her bag and started running after him. She ran down to the corner but no body was there. She stood there for a minute completely dumbfounded.
"Where did he go? I know I saw him turn this corner. I am not crazy I know I saw him. Well at least I have the pictures. I'm going to show mom and see what she says."
With that she walked home as quickly as she could.