JACOB.

I stare blankly at the windows void of emotions, although I've been taunted by one particular feeling known as curiosity.

At first I felt they were images I had formed on my own accord, slowly they became more vivid like visions, and then longer that I felt I was daydreaming, hallucinating or whatever it's best called.

However these past few weeks they seem to be real, I can feel it. It haunts me each time I think of it, the possibility that there might be a weakness of mine out there.

The more I think of the dreams, the more I feel her pain. She's always calling out to...