"Jon That Is The Fifth Time This Week. What Could You Possibly Be Dreaming About That Is Making You Scream

"Jon that is the fifth time this week. What could you possibly be dreaming about that is making you scream and wake us all up!?" Jon has nightmares of his death two weeks before he dies. Eduardo and Mark wake up everytime, at first they felt bad but eventually they started to become annoyed. The foreshadowing in the end was just Eduardo lashing out because of no sleep, but he didn't know that he actually figured out what was troubling him. Why is jon bleeding from the eye? I messed up on inking him.

Samuel laughs, " You shouldn't do that by yourself. I can help, i may seem like an ordinary human... which I am but that's besides the point, I have a few potions, tricks, and charms on me."

Samuel looks a bit uneasy, "The souls..... are they being held captive or?... A creature haunts my house.... and it has the ability to capture spirits.... against their will."

“Well, uh.. only one. I’m actually the angel. Not all souls can possess. In fact, I can see souls. Mainly because that means they’re dead. It takes a while for souls to reach either heaven or hell while angels review their life, seeing where they belong. Some lose their way, and stay here. So then there’s the angels that come down to help them out. And before you ask, I’m not one of those.” Toshire looks away, and her wings are now similar, leathery, with feathers on the ground. “It depends what kind of creature is at your house. If you want, I could take a look at it for you.”

Samuel looks sadden, "It's okay. Your fine." He attempts to hug Toshire hoping he would calm his friend, instead of triggering worse off attacks.

[[“”“Samuel rushes over to Torshire’s side. “ Are you okay?””“]]

"I.. I can’t..” Toshire rocks back and forth, mumbling to herself. “No… I.. stop.. I.. I’m not…”

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"Anti depressants....? Or..... are these containing your werewolf form, " Samuel suddenly gets serious slipping into his doctor persona.

[[“”“Samuel rushes over to Torshire’s side. “ Are you okay?””“]]

“I.. I can’t..” Toshire rocks back and forth, mumbling to herself. “No… I.. stop.. I.. I’m not…”

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Samuel looks at the bottle in his hand. He still didn't put it down and he tended to hold on to things in a time of panic..... Yeah he needed to break that habit, "Blue bottle."

[[“”“Samuel rushes over to Torshire’s side. “ Are you okay?””“]]

“I.. I can’t..” Toshire rocks back and forth, mumbling to herself. “No… I.. stop.. I.. I’m not…”

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Samuel finds a shoe box, "Is this it?" He thinks back and he remembers that he never carried in such a box. Could the other neighbor or Torshire have brought it in? " You okay?"

Samuel looks a bit uneasy, "The souls..... are they being held captive or?... A creature haunts my house.... and it has the ability to capture spirits.... against their will."

“Well, uh.. only one. I’m actually the angel. Not all souls can possess. In fact, I can see souls. Mainly because that means they’re dead. It takes a while for souls to reach either heaven or hell while angels review their life, seeing where they belong. Some lose their way, and stay here. So then there’s the angels that come down to help them out. And before you ask, I’m not one of those.” Toshire looks away, and her wings are now similar, leathery, with feathers on the ground. “It depends what kind of creature is at your house. If you want, I could take a look at it for you.”