There was a storm in the forest of my dreams last night. That’s never happened before. I know that it can't be a good sign, but I don't know what it means. I tried to reach out to Karl in the dream, but he didn't respond.

I woke to several missed calls and a voicemail from Ezra. By the time he got to the dorm, my room was a crime scene. I feel terrible that I didn’t check my phone earlier. He sounded very worried. I texted him, asking if we could meet, and he told me to ...