Mark awoke to Jack's breathing. Soft and quiet, it could barely be heard. He got up and went into the kitchen.
"Where's the damn kettle", he thought to himself.
He found it in the sink and washed it, so he could make coffee. This was a nice break from his "job". So much stress, but now, he felt peaceful. That's when he heard Jack yelling.
Mark ran to Jack's room. Jack was having a nightmare. He was thrashing around. Mark went to his side of the bed and woke Jack up.
Jack just looked at him for a second, like he was terrified of Mark. Then he calmed down.
"Are you ok? What did you dream about?" Mark asked frantically.
"In my dream... You were like, a murderer and you tried to kill me... Good thing its just a dream, right? You wouldn't harm a fly." Jack said.
Mark just hugged him and replied with,"Yeah that's just crazy, I could never."
But on the inside he knew it was only a matter of time before Jack found out.
