"You're telling me." Jocelyn mumbled, a slight frown tugging at the corners of her lips. She couldn't believe that she hadn't heard about any of this. A few deaths here and there was one thing, but a full-fledged serial killer? That was bound to make the national news, and yet she hadn't heard a single thing about it. It just didn't make sense to her at all. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Thanks for letting me know." She said honestly. She was sure that she would have heard about it sooner or later, but she was glad that he'd something and made it sooner rather than later. "I don't blame them either. I guess I'll have to stick to the road or get a gym membership or something." There was no way in hell that she was going to run out here in these woods anymore. Not by herself at least.
Stiles paused for a moment when she squeezed his hand and turned his head to look at her. He was quiet for a few moments, listening to what she had to say. "It sure as hell feels like I am." He mumbled, frowning. And it really did. He didn't know what was wrong with him, and it was all honestly freaking him out. "In a dream things are usually distorted. Nothing's really as it seems. A person could look completely different but still be the same person. Or they could look the same but something could be off about them. Like they might have extra fingers or toes or something." He said.
Stiles paused for a moment when she squeezed his hand and turned his head to look at her. He was quiet for a few moments, listening to what she had to say. "It sure as hell feels like I am." He mumbled, frowning. And it really did. He didn't know what was wrong with him, and it was all honestly freaking him out. "In a dream things are usually distorted. Nothing's really as it seems. A person could look completely different but still be the same person. Or they could look the same but something could be off about them. Like they might have extra fingers or toes or something." He said.
January 15th, 2014 at 03:19am