I am frozen, there in the kitchen, in a too big college t-shirt that doesn’t belong to me and no pants. I am back in my childhood home.

They are sitting outside at the bar.  It’s humid and Rosie sips her drink. James wipes a bead of sweat away from his face.

Dark, steaming liquid dripped over the ice, melting through and down the sides, making a path to the bottom where it pooled and grew still.  

I wonder how long I've been running, he briefly thought to himself as the tired ache began to settle into his haunches.  However, he quickly brushed the thought away and kept on. He was on his way to see the Great Eagle.

She took a deep, full breath of night air and shivered.  He was coming.

The faint air of autumn still lingered in the breeze that morning, drifting in through my open window.  The pale yellow of daylight in the city filled my room, waking me from my dream.