Sixteen-year-old Brendon Peterson ran down the alleyway as fast as he could. The man was right behind him.
"Get back here!" The man shouted.
Brendon darted off to the side and sprinted down the street. Suddenly he tripped on something and fell flat on the sidewalk. Brendon stumbled to his feet and saw what he had tripped on was a mouse. It hissed at him and ran to bite his ankles.
"What on earth?!" Brendon backed away from the rabid animal. The man that had been chasing him seemed to disappear. The only thing left was the mouse. It snapped at him as Brendon hopped from one foot to the other.
Suddenly Logan's voice yelled at him. He couldn't tell what she said, but it sounded off. Brendon suddenly realized it was a dream.
