When Arty woke the next morning he was nervous to speak of what had happened. How had his feet gotten wet? It was just a dream right? Now he was beginning to feel as though he truly was going crazy. His mother called for him and so he went up the stairs. “Should I tell her?” He asked himself but quickly decided otherwise. He opened the door to her room and spoke as he entered. “What’s up mom?” He asked her. “Oh, Arty I had the strangest dream.” She began. “It was almost real.” She looked right through him. How did she know? Is it possible she had, had the same dream as him? “I’m sure it was nothing.” They both spoke at once. “Well now this is awkward for sure.” He thought to himself. “Lance is here, he downstairs on the floor if you want to see him.”

The day carried on as usual and Arty made everyone breakfast. Everyone was chatting and enjoying the fresh mountain air as they ate on the porch when the phone rang. His mother answered it “Oh well hello Merl.” She began. “Of course we can talk.” Igraine stood and slowly made her way inside. Arty began to wonder what they were speaking of, he couldn't even remember a day when Merl called to speak to his mother. “Who’s Merl?” Lance's voice broke the silence. “My Therapist.” Arty said rolling his eyes. “Mom made me get one when I quit school. Said she worries about me, insisted on Dr. Merl.”

After a few minutes rolled by a crash came from within the house and Arty rushed in. “Mom!” He shouted running to her. It appeared she has lost her consciousness. “Hello” a voice called from the phone. Arty ignored it, but just then she opened her eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry Arty. Could you help me to my room?” Arty nodded and lifted her from the ground and began his way up the stairs. When he returned Lance was hanging up the phone. “She said.” But Lance interrupted. “You need to talk to Merl?” Lance tossed Arty his keys. “I'll stay, you go man.”

Arty rushed like a madman on his way to Merl's house. When he arrived Dr. Merl was sitting on the front porch steps. “Arty.” He began removing his glasses. “I think there's something we must discuss.” Arty looked down, his hopes weren't high this time around. “She collapsed talking to you.” Dr. Merl shook his head. “Listen Arty, I've known your mother a long time, she told me to have you bring your things here.” Arty looked up shocked and somewhat angered. “What why would I?” Merl looked at him sadly his bushy brows furrowing. “I am sorry Arty, but your mother doesn't have long, she know what's best. Lance is already packing your things.” Arty cut him off. “Lance? What the fuck is going on here man?” Arty was confused and frustrated and his anger had begun to rise. “There are things you don't know Arty. Things you couldn't imagine, with her gone it's best you stay.” Arty had begun to tear up and was shaking now. “Your sister will be coming soon.” Arty shook his head. “Why do you all seem to have something planned. Like you've all known something I haven't?” He was in a rage now. “Tell me what the fuck is happening!” He shouted. Merl simply sighed. “It's time we talked about your father.”