I'm standing in a house curtains closed lights out. The only sound was the sound of running water, comming from the shower upstairs.

"Mitch?" I called out. There came no response. He's propably the one in the shower since Lachlan left to vizit his family. I walked upstairs and knocked on the door.

"Mitch?" Still no response. I twisted the handle and opend the door.

"Mitch?" I say stepping slightly inside looking a diffrent way not wanting to see him naked. But he didn't awnser. I turned around to see him laying limp in the shower eyes open starring off into space and blood pooring from the cuts on his body.

I gasped as I open my eyes and see the familiar plane seats around me. I was sweating and breathing heavely.

"Are you alright?" I jump a bit when I heard Mitch's voice.

"Y...yeah just a bad dream." It seemed like he was gonna ask something else but the flight attendant cut him of anouncing that we where landing in Florida.

~ Time skip to where they arrive ~

I couldn't shake off the feeling that dream gave me. It seemed so real. But Mitch wouldn't kill himselve would he?

"We're here!" Mitch said pulling me back to reality. I smiled as we got out and got to the house but as soon as we walked in my mood sank to the deepest pit you could find. This was te house from my dream.