I don't know who I'm supposed to be, but the dream I just had freaked the hell out of me. Part of it must have been from being in the Mead...I never dream like this.

Anyway, in my dream. I wasn't myself, I was sort of watching myself if you know what I mean. A floating observer. I was watching myself in a snowstorm, struggling through drifts with my head down, icicles forming all over my body. I didn't feel the cold, but I knew that...well it feels weird to think of it like this, but I knew that my body, that he was going to die. My, his hair was buzzed down to the skin, and he wasn't wearing anything in the way of clothing.

My body stepped over a drift and it collapsed downward, just like one of the jungle traps you always see on the old vids from last century. And then I lost myself. There was just a dark hole where I had fallen through the ice. I knew it was me falling, but in the dream I was watching, you know? So I shouldn't have felt like I was falling, the terror that went with it. But I did.

That's when I woke up. And the strangest thing about it, too. The only thing going through my head was what that kid said. "You're Alfred Funk, right? The Alfred Funk?"

What am I in the future? What do I do?

I get up and Marilyn's gone. There's a note on the door, looks like she might have been angry.

What, you can't bear to sleep in the same bed you had me in? Don't call, Alfred.

This is going to be a good day. I can feel it.