I was woken by a noise from the kitchen. Grumbling, I slid from my bed. Moonlight filtered from the open window a soft breeze played with the drapes. Had I over slept again? I shook my head clearing the grogginess from my head. Throwing open my bedroom door I stepped into the cold hallway. The noises from the kitchen had stopped and I considered going back to bed. I shook much head again and continued to the kitchen. I wasn't surprised to find Ezekiel in the kitchen, he didn't have a shirt and was leaning against the counter he had his eyes closed like he was asleep. However his eyes flicked open the second I stepped into the kitchen. "I didn't mean to wake you." There. I could hear his accent. I had never heard a British accent before. My stomach fluttered. My heart stopped and our eyes met. The dreams all came back the screaming the fire the blood. So much blood. I must have fainted because the next time I woke I was Laying back in my bed. I sat up my head hurting. "Don't move." He was on my bed I turned towards his voice "no, don't look at me." Did he see it too? Did he see the dreams. As if reading my mind he spoke. "You seen that right?" He sounded scared but brave all at the same time. I nodded. "Thought so."