I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real Who: Ryan and Liam Where: Byrne house! When: just after sunrise
With a jolt, Liam's eyes flew open, his breath a rasping panting sound as he struggled to get up, to move, to do anything besides lay there, his world narrowed down to the feeling of sorrow and panic he'd felt. He could still smell the scent of breakfast cooking, the smell making his stomach roll with hunger and a strange, horrified disgust. He stared at the side of his pillow, his eyes roving over the parts of his room that he could see. This was his room and he wasn't stuck in that bright windowless place anymore, stuck hearing the sound of his family calling out to him. His brow furrowed as he struggled to make sense of what he'd felt -- that couldn't have been his family, they were all gingers and that family had not been. Still, the dream had felt so real and all Liam could do was recall the faces of the man and the baby who he'd thought were his. Lost to ... whoever it was the dream belonged to. "Dream. It was a dream," Liam croaked. Saying it out loud helped him believe it was true, but only just. He brought his hand up to touch the tears that still clung to his entire face, remarking that he could actually move again. With an unsteady shudder and lurch, he got to his feet, momentarily forgetting his own nightmare for the sake of the woman -- it had to have been a woman -- who had been taken away by a darkness so complete, it felt evil. Evil?
Liam pulled some clothes on and left his room, making his way to his brother's room. He thought about talking to Bonnie first, since she'd said she'd had dreams that weren't hers... But the youngest Byrne wanted to see his brother first. The echoes of his own dream held him in a strange, groggy sense of disbelief as he banged on his brother's door. "Ryan!" Without waiting for an answer, he banged on the door again. "For the love of all things holy, you better open your damn door or I swear I will come in there! I've got the spirit of a mad black woman inside of me, so don't fucking mess with me today." There was only just the slightest catch in his voice as he tried to make light of what he'd seen. "Open. Your. Door." He slumped forward slightly, his forehead touching the wood of the door. There was just the slightly residual feeling of dread if his own nightmare proved true. Please open your door..