Luke. “The falling must’ve woken me. Then, on the boat, I was thrown off the upper deck and into the water. So it seems like falling is the key.”
“Well, it makes sense. Every time I have a dream that I’m falling, I always wake up,” said Amanda.
“Right. So going by that logic, I think we need to jump off the roof of this building. Six floors should be enough.”
“Should be? What if you’re wrong?”
“Okay. I’ll go first. You watch me. If I fall to my death, well, then we were wrong. If I disappear, or something, then you follow me.”
“Guess I don’t have a choice. Lead the way.”
Both of them went up the roof. On top of the hotel, they had an excellent view of the city. Granted, it wasn’t the tallest building around, but they were able to see some great landmarks from their height. Luke and Amanda both approached the edge of the building and looked down over the edge. There were no obstructions below to impede their plummet; just a nice straight shot down to the pavement.
“Okay, here goes. No point in waiting,” said Luke, as he backed up against the wall to get a good running start.
He took a deep breath and ran toward the edge of the building.
“Good luck!” yelled Amanda.
Luke continued running and jumped as soon as he came to the edge of the rooftop. A second later he was out of sight. Amanda waited for a few seconds with her eyes shut, but didn’t hear any sounds. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting to hear, a splat or maybe a scream, but she heard absolutely nothing. She hurried to the edge and looked over.
“Oh my god!” she yelled, staring down at the pavement below. “He was freaking right!”
She walked back to the wall and took a deep breath.
“Here we go,” she said with a sigh.
Just as Luke had previously done, she ran with great speed and once at the edge of the building, she jumped.
Behind her, a voice called out, “We’ll see you again real soon, Ms. Higgins.”
The voice behind her was timed perfectly. She turned her head to see who was calling out to her. A fraction of a second before she was too far past, she saw them. Nate and Lou were standing near the edge of the roof, grinning, waving goodbye as she fell.
Chapter 18
Luke calmly woke up in bed and looked over the bedroom wall. He instantly recognized it as his own apartment, and let out a sign of relief.
“Well, that was interesting,” he said as he sat up in bed.
He hurried out to his doorstep and snatched up the newspaper. He pulled off the rubber band and uncurled the paper as he closed the door.
He stared at the front page for a few seconds, but found nothing in the headlines. Luke grabbed his laptop and sat down at the table with it. He visited the websites of all the major news outlets and was only able to find one that mentioned anything about a death in Las Vegas. An old man in his 70s had passed away from an apparent heart attack. A maid found him in his hotel room, lying on the floor, clutching a pair of thick glasses. No foul play was suspected.
“The old man from the hallway. It has to be,” said Luke. “That means it was real.”
Luke sat for a second, contemplating the consequences of the dream being real.
“Her. That means she is real too,” he said. “What was her name again? Amanda. Amanda what…”
Luke closed his eyes and concentrated. Remembering dream details was not an easy task. He realized he should start keeping a notebook next to his bed, like a sort of dream diary.
His eyes shot open, and he yelled, “Higgins! Amanda Higgins!”
Navigating over to Google, he did a search for “Amanda Higgins Las Vegas.” No results were found.
“Duh,” Luke said to himself. “She probably isn’t from there either.”
He typed in another search for Amanda Higgins, this time without specifying a location. Lots of results were returned his time. In fact, too many results were returned. He decided to do an image search instead, in hopes of recognizing her
“Well, it makes sense. Every time I have a dream that I’m falling, I always wake up,” said Amanda.
“Right. So going by that logic, I think we need to jump off the roof of this building. Six floors should be enough.”
“Should be? What if you’re wrong?”
“Okay. I’ll go first. You watch me. If I fall to my death, well, then we were wrong. If I disappear, or something, then you follow me.”
“Guess I don’t have a choice. Lead the way.”
Both of them went up the roof. On top of the hotel, they had an excellent view of the city. Granted, it wasn’t the tallest building around, but they were able to see some great landmarks from their height. Luke and Amanda both approached the edge of the building and looked down over the edge. There were no obstructions below to impede their plummet; just a nice straight shot down to the pavement.
“Okay, here goes. No point in waiting,” said Luke, as he backed up against the wall to get a good running start.
He took a deep breath and ran toward the edge of the building.
“Good luck!” yelled Amanda.
Luke continued running and jumped as soon as he came to the edge of the rooftop. A second later he was out of sight. Amanda waited for a few seconds with her eyes shut, but didn’t hear any sounds. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting to hear, a splat or maybe a scream, but she heard absolutely nothing. She hurried to the edge and looked over.
“Oh my god!” she yelled, staring down at the pavement below. “He was freaking right!”
She walked back to the wall and took a deep breath.
“Here we go,” she said with a sigh.
Just as Luke had previously done, she ran with great speed and once at the edge of the building, she jumped.
Behind her, a voice called out, “We’ll see you again real soon, Ms. Higgins.”
The voice behind her was timed perfectly. She turned her head to see who was calling out to her. A fraction of a second before she was too far past, she saw them. Nate and Lou were standing near the edge of the roof, grinning, waving goodbye as she fell.
Chapter 18
Luke calmly woke up in bed and looked over the bedroom wall. He instantly recognized it as his own apartment, and let out a sign of relief.
“Well, that was interesting,” he said as he sat up in bed.
He hurried out to his doorstep and snatched up the newspaper. He pulled off the rubber band and uncurled the paper as he closed the door.
He stared at the front page for a few seconds, but found nothing in the headlines. Luke grabbed his laptop and sat down at the table with it. He visited the websites of all the major news outlets and was only able to find one that mentioned anything about a death in Las Vegas. An old man in his 70s had passed away from an apparent heart attack. A maid found him in his hotel room, lying on the floor, clutching a pair of thick glasses. No foul play was suspected.
“The old man from the hallway. It has to be,” said Luke. “That means it was real.”
Luke sat for a second, contemplating the consequences of the dream being real.
“Her. That means she is real too,” he said. “What was her name again? Amanda. Amanda what…”
Luke closed his eyes and concentrated. Remembering dream details was not an easy task. He realized he should start keeping a notebook next to his bed, like a sort of dream diary.
His eyes shot open, and he yelled, “Higgins! Amanda Higgins!”
Navigating over to Google, he did a search for “Amanda Higgins Las Vegas.” No results were found.
“Duh,” Luke said to himself. “She probably isn’t from there either.”
He typed in another search for Amanda Higgins, this time without specifying a location. Lots of results were returned his time. In fact, too many results were returned. He decided to do an image search instead, in hopes of recognizing her
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