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Hod Barnett

Bad dream. That was what it was, the worst kind of bad dream.

He kept backing away from the lighthouse, the fire, Mitch and Adam and Seth Bonner over at the door, pounding on the door, yelling and whooping. He was sick, confused. All that whiskey he’d drunk… the shooting… the explosion… His head was spinning, it wouldn’t stop spinning.

He had to puke again. Went to one knee, emptied his stomach. It didn’t help; he felt worse when he was done, weak and shaky. And they were still pounding, still yelling over there-Mitch and Adam and Bonner, his friends. What were they doing? It didn’t make sense what they were doing.

He killed Mandy, Hod.

We got to go after him, Hod.

No, it was crazy. Crazy. He shouldn’t be here, why was he here? Mandy in her grave a few hours, and here he was hog drunk, sick, the Ryersons’ car all blown up and burning, garage burning, night full of fire and noise and crazy images… he couldn’t stand it anymore, he had to shut it out, it was all just a bad dream.

He lurched away from the fence, stumbled out through the gate, ran until he got to Adam’s van. Yanked open the door, threw himself across the seat inside. Lay on his belly with his hands over his ears to shut out the noise, his eyes squeezed tight to shut out all the swirling images.

Bad dream, whiskey dream. Sleep it off, wake up and find out none of it happened, Mandy was still alive, everything was like it had always been, nothing had happened, none of it had happened!

Bad, bad dream…