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Part two of Gwen's dream cause I forgot about it :D

Gwen:
The black van drives down different roads. He pulls into a sketchy street. He pulls into a house. There are 4 large number pasted one his front door. 7741.

It's a brick house with a white door. A huge dead tree is

My eyes slowly flutter open. "7741," I repeat to myself. I walk into the bathroom. I change into a blue sleeveless shirt and a white skirt. I slide on my blue and white converses.

I take my hair out of the braids, leaving them in small waves. "7741," I sigh, grabbing my brush.

"7741," I repetitively chant as I brush my hair. My hair lays loosely on my shoulders.

I walk out of the house, retracing the strange vans route.

I walk up to the familiar house. "Lets do this," I sigh.

My fist pounds against the door. Someone opens it. "What do you want little girl," the man groans. "Have you seen them?" I ask, showing him the paper of Finney and Robin. The man's eyes widen as he begins to sweat. "No," he denies, shutting the door in my face.

"That's strange," I sigh, pulling out my phone.

I dial 911.

"Hello? What's your emergency?" The operator asks. "It's about the two recent missing kids, Finney Blake and Robin Arellano," I say, twisting my hair nervously. "What is it," the woman's tone changes.

"I was out searching for them, when I came across a house. I knocked on the door and asked if he had seen them. He got all sweaty and nervous-looking," I respond. "Okay ma'am, I want your name and the address," the operator says. "Gwendoline Blake, 7741," I respond. "Noted," she mumbles.

"Try to stay on the line, you'll have cops over at your location in 5," she says.

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