Who: Megan and Tyrone Where: The hallway What: Late night run-in When: Sunday night
Megan hoped a cold glass would wash away the sour taste that dream had left in her mouth. She had been trapped in that cold, dark mine. She had been calling for help, calling for her father, but her own echoes had been the only reply. She had thought she would be buried alive and left to die alone and scared. Drinking her water, she wondered if that's how her father felt when the mine killed him. She pushed the thought out of her mind. It was best not to think about that little mine from her hometown.
She refilled her cup.
"It was just a bad dream." She told herself. "I'll have a much better one when I go back to sleep. I know it."
She left the kitchen, turning off the light behind her. She flew up the stairs, careful to slow down at the top to avoid hitting the wall. As she made her way back to the dorm, she started thinking about all the nice things she was going to dream about. By the time she was halfway down the hall, she had almost completely forgotten her bad dream.