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Details over Pills live, and his depart to find Cara

After surprising him with the axe, the lovely nut in the dream decided to leave Phill get some sleep.

The man threw himself upon his bed, without changing or washing himself. If she didn’t torture him while he slept, he didn’t dream anything …. Nothing at all.

Late in the morning, Phill lifts his sweaty head from his pillow and stares to the window. With a terrible head-ache, he lifts himself of the bead, and after regaining his balance he slips his T-shirt of his shoulders, and goes into the bathroom.

He had to send an e-mail, to motivate his absence from work in the following four days … hopefully that would be enough to straighten things up with the woman he thought was haunting him.

 

She lived in Philadelphia …

 

Hahaha! Phil-adelphia.

 

He hated having to leave home, without his computer. After he had one of his pleasant night sleeps he accidentally fell over his open lab-top – Phill had never been so angry with himself before, and became even more determined to put an end to the nightmares.

 

Keeping his eyes closed under the shower, Phill runs his hands trough his hair and thinks about the time, before he became haunted by the woman… if than he was unhappy, what would this period of his life be called ? Desperation… yea, that was good.

 

Phill wasn’t a bad person, but he tended to manipulate people, and give them the impression that he was around them just for favors. The only place where Phill felt good was at basketball practice where everyone was interested in the,, orange,, and users didn’t exist.

 

Besides Brian, Phill didn’t have any friends – he could easily approach anyone and spread as many legs as he wanted, but that didn’t stop Phill from becoming sad at nightfall.   

 

After calling the airport and getting the hour of the evening flight- Phill goes to pack his bag.

 

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The airport wasn’t very crowded in that night. Phill paid his second class ticket and went to the landing place where his plane was suppose to leave.

 

Smiling people handed their tickets to the flight-attendant , people who didn’t have weird nightmares and empty lives.

 

He walks in line, and waits to get at his seat.

 

No one is in the seat next to him, while he stairs into the night trough the small open window.

 

Phill hoped the espresso he drank in the airport was worth the money, he didn’t plan on wakening up screaming again, so sleep was out of the question.