He woke up in his bed, drenched with sweat. He had a terrible dream. He pushed his best friend off of a cliff! Then he realized that it wasn't a dream. He looked down and went to reach for a glass of water. Something was wrong. He slowly looked at his arm and saw... it was gone! He screamed and gripped his shoulder. What happened?! He certainly didn't chop it off himself. He calmed down and thought about it. He only remembered- wait. His arm was green! Maybe... he's heard about this. His arm had gotten possessed and someone or something had to get rid of it. That's what pushed Lewis. Against his free will it pushed him off of the cliff and killed him. He fell back asleep as he tried to figure everything out.
