TUESDAY

I slept off—for the first time in a while—thinking of Dawn. I woke up to the grey light that came through the window. It was another day I couldn't be with her. I remembered the folder that was under my bed, that creature had told me to meet it in four days in that dark street. I was looking forward to that as well as anticipating when next I'd see Dawn.

I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Tia," She said.

"It's not ...