Bartholomew went to bed early that night, with an unshakeable, eerie feeling. There was something strange about that day after leaving Ms. Berkley’s garden. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching him from the corners of his eyes, and when he turned to look, no one was there, like a ghost forever haunting…

“Thank you for allowing me to come over, Ms. Berkley,” said Bartholomew as the two sipped tea on her garden porch. Ms. Berkley smiled, the few wrinkles on her face betraying her age, however her young, blue eyes, so captivating, dispelled any discomfort of his own attraction for her. “Well, I so glad that you would…

Daryl woke up to find his body healed. He looked whole, as if he hadn’t been in a fight at all. ‘Was it all a dream?’ he thought as he stood up. He didn’t know. He couldn’t figure out how he ended up in a ditch outside the power plant if was a dream, but…

‘Where are you going? Weren’t you going to destroy Kevin, his family and the rest of this shit-hole town?’ ‘I’m not going to do that,’ thought Daryl, ‘I’m going back to my body and I’m never doing this again.’ ‘Our body, you mean,’ it said, ‘You can’t get rid of me now, and I can…