Areillia's life couldn't have been worse off. Her brother was leaving for college, her best friend moving hundreds of miles away, what was next? As Areillia would sleep, she would fall through holes into different universes of dreams portals. They would all end abruptly, flashing white, then fading black, leaving only a single letter behind. Some nights they would repeat themselves. Every morning, she would write down the letter. eventually, they all spelt different things. Areillia didn't think much of them, she would usually see the words pop up in the following day, until one day she realized that the letters had spelt a name. A name she knew very well. She'd heard his best friend call him that. She'd written it out many times. She'd yelled it out loud at concerts. "Patrick Stump."