Kristopher and Elizabeth's Apartment

Kris entered his apartment, unaware of what was ahead of him this night. He sat down on the couch that was placed in front of the window. He snuggled up to a cushion and a blanket. He felt ever so tired after his unusual day. He felt his eyelids become heavier and heavier; gradually closing. He wasn't hungry after downing excess amounts of sugary waffles. He wriggled around until he found a comfortable position and fell asleep. His head rested on a royal blue soft textured pillow. He was certain to dream...or was he?

He tossed and turned constantly. He was entering that world that he regularly entered since he began the dreaming thing. And then, it happened. He saw her face, coming closer and closer towards him. His hands scraped against the soft blue material that covered the couch that he lay on. He was panicking over something...

Becca gazed up at the small window in which lead to the apartment, her nose twitching gently as she allowed the scent to enter. She gently backed away, and (after making sure no one was looking) leapt up with ease, making herself comfortable on the ledge, back against the faintly open window. She rose a brow glancing in and felt herself chuckling noticing Kris in a slumber. It was then she noticed his panic, his fear risisng. She frowned at this and twitched as the window fell open, causing her petit body to tumble in silently. owie...

He continued to toss and turn. This time more robustly. He was in a cold sweat. The sweat poured from him as he continued his dream. NOOO! he shouted. Get off me Kate! he screeched. Please he was now begging. He began choking, gasping for oxygen, his dream was coming a reality to his mind.

Becca frowned at this from her position near the window. She sat onto her knees, rubbing her back gently as she watched Kris curious, crawling closer, now in front of the couch. ...ha...i'm...like a stalker... she mused to herself watching him gasp for air. She took a small chance, poking his nose, the cold forcing a small shock threw Kris in a second...she hoped it would calm him some what!

He immediately sat up, like something had shocked him, breathing rapidly for air. He took a look around, wiping his eyes and his brow from the sweat. He stared at her, lost in thought. Holy crow! he thought to himself. He stayed staring at her, wordless, scared. And then he disturbed the silence. Did you follow me? he asked, suddenly forgetting his dream.

Becca's eyes lit up as she remained on her knees, watching Kris in thought. Nope She answered simply after a while, remaining on her knees as she smiled. She noticed his fear of course, but didn't allow that to affect her seemingly calm nature...it wasn't really strange after all. Nice dream? She questioned casually, smiling, her eyes gleaming a bright gold in the dimness of the room.

Er... he whispered, concerned about her eye colour. Well... he was trying to find an answer. To be honest, I can't remember it. Er... he sat there, puzzled, still breathing rapidly to repair his oxygen debt. He shrugged and stood up, feeling "woozy", he nearly fell over his own feet and the trailing blanket.

I'm distracting you? She said, rather than question. Her hands extended outwards to prevent him from falling, her strength keeping him upright as she to stood, crossing her arms over her chest. She watched him breath, faintly interested in it since she only found herself only breathing very lightly. Sorry...

Thanks. he smiled as she caught him. Her cold fingers burning in his skin, leaving a physical mark, which caused him to twitch slightly. Distracting me? How so? he gazed into her golden eyes and tilted his head. And what are you sorry for? he raised a brow as he sat himself down.

Becca smiled sheepishly, faintly confused to why he was staring into her eyes, finding herself staring back. ...for basically falling into your house? She said directing his last question, and completely forgot of the other questions as she held her hands away from him unwanting to hurt him any longer with her cold touch.

He stared down at the mark in which she had left upon his tender skin. He quickly gazed back in her eyes. Falling into my house? You are stranger than me! he mused himself, leaning back on the couch. He still felt "woozy" and he continuously blinked as he saw flashes of the dream reappear in his mind.

Becca smiled faintly keeping her hands and body away from Kris, confused to why her touch actually hurt him. She frowned faintly and remained standing, watching Kris in curiosity. She leaned closer slowly as she stepped watching him with a brow rose.

Kate. he whispered. I follow Kate. he added, his eyes closed; gently rocking forwards and backwards. To a...a...a er..it looks like a meadow, like the one I was subjected to today. he continued. His eyes opened. I think that the dream was in your mind. he said, breathing intensely.