Dan fell backward onto his new room's bed. It was worthwhile to make the transition from intermediate trainee to full hunter, Dan determined as he took in deep breaths while savoring this initial period of time in the space that was undoubtedly an upgrade in comparison to his previous room.

And then another bizarre event hit him and gave him more questions to think about in relation to the circumstances he was in. He was in some sort of game? Who wanted him to remember who he really was? What was with all this weirdness? Maybe a nap would help straighten out his thoughts?

And, yeah, he slept. And, he dreamed even more. A wide grin, black hair, crimson eyes, and his name spoken over and over with too much energy. The feelings that came with this dream were very familiar to him. But then, his feelings with regards to this dream as it progressed became more puzzling to him. He knew who he was dreaming about, she knew him and he knew her to some extent for some time since somehow ending up working together at a festive Amityville booth. Why was he dreaming about her, about memories having to do with her?

His eyes snapped open and he bolted up to an upright seated posture on his bed. He was still in this game, in this new room. After moving his head in a scanning view of his present surroundings, Dan shook his head then ran his palm over his face. Why were there so many puzzles he was not understanding and not sure about wanting to understand?