An inky sky cradled the sleeping town below. An amber ray from the guarding street lamps tumbled into an airy room that nestled into a tall red brick building. A mass of jet black hair and piercing blue eyes stirred.

“Come with me.” A whisper beckoned softly.

“Not now,” she murmured to quiet air. “In the morning.”

She sat up. They bright eyes stared down at the empty space next to her.

“I have something to show you.” The whisper smiled.

Her eyes darted across each corner of the room. Only clothes, blankets and pillows piled lay on the floor. She desperately zipped over the room again to find the voice over. Yet she was alone.

“Come, follow me.” The whisper slithered again, the voice sounded feminine, trusting, caring. The blue eyes crumpled in confusion as the cold air faded and left her in the dim light.

*

“Morning,” Hazel eyes greeted his flatmate, holding a large cup of tea.

“Morning,” Blue eyes tiredly replied. “Did you leave the door open last night?”

“I heard knocking about eleven and noone was there. But I am sure I closed it. Why?” He shrugged, sipping the mug in front of him.