Denver woke up from what he would call a horrible dream. This was the first dream he ever had in his life, and he could not tell if it was a compensation for his powers going flat.
However, there was a high level of certainty that the dream was real. When he woke up, his eyes were blurry, and he did not see anyone in the room, closing his eyes once again.
Like a tornado, the voice thundered again. "Please, if I die, she'll die."
Denver could not see the face of this girl but heard himself asking, "Who are you? What is your name?"
"Lon…"
"Denver, are you alright?" Grant asked with worry. Denver opened his eyes, cutting him off from the dream and his inability to hear the name clearly.
"What's the problem?" He asked, slightly annoyed, as he had not gotten the full name of whoever needed his help.
