"No!" Calvin practically shouted, panicking. This was all a bad dream. He just wanted to wake up. Why couldn't he wake up? "I'm Calvin! I'm not Keman. Keman doesn't exist...I made him up..."

But she still wouldn't go away. In fact, she moved even closer. He reacted instinctively, knocking her hand away with his arm. She was solid, real, and he still hadn't woken up. Oh God, she was warm. "You're...God, this isn't real. You're not real." Despite the 'strong, cocky teenager' front he'd spent the whole day trying to put up, a sob rose in his throat.

"Don't do this to me. I saw you die."