What was expected to be a peaceful night's sleep was short-lived for Liam. He found himself standing upright in his room, though something felt distinctly wrong. The familiar surroundings seemed real enough, but in truth, he was dreaming, though he didn't yet realize it.
An inexplicable compulsion drew him from his bed and toward the door, and without understanding why, Liam opened his bedroom door and stepped into short hallway and eventually descended the stairs, before making his way to the kitchen.
He reached for the refrigerator's handle and the moment the fridge's door swung open, casting its light across the kitchen tiles, a piercing scream shattered the silence from somewhere upstairs. "Yaela," he whispered, recognizing his sister's voice immediately.
