If I had wanted to be strangled to death while asleep, I probably would have met my end right then. I jumped out of bed, gasping for air, my heart hammering against my ribs at the lingering horror of what I had just seen in my sleep.

It was just a dream... "It's a dream," I reminded myself aloud, my breathing  and ragged.

What sort of twisted nightmare was that? I caught my breath, forcing myself to compose my trembling nerves before taking a look at the wall clock mounted on the far side of the room.

12:40 PM. It was noon already.

Gosh... I hope Sullivan is safe. I...