He was running for his life; from what, he didn’t know, and quite frankly didn’t care. Running through the misty woods, staying about 3 steps ahead of his pursuer. But in the blink of an eye, his foot caught on a knarled root, bringing him to the hard dirt ground. A large shadow loomed over him, but before it could swoop in on him, a loud beeping noise abruptly cleared the shadow, the mist, even the woods.

Opening his eyes, Patrick realized that the pursute was only a dream; but realistic enough, he was dreanched in sweat. He slowly lifted his short scraggly figure from the bed, and stood in front of the long mirror propped against the wall. Running his fingers through his disheveled chestnut-brown hair, he thought to himself, I wonder what will go wrong today…