"Hey, wake up!"
Where the hell am I? Looking around, I notice that the gascap on my bike was glowing. I keep remembering a snippet of what seems like a dream, but at the same time it seems too real to be a dream. In the dream, I saw myself holding a man over the side of a building, and him screaming that he was sorry...for what, I have no idea. This has been a strange few days, the dreams, the bike with the glowing gascap, and the never-ending feeling that I am being watched.
