There was a storm in the forest of my dreams last night. That’s never happened before. I know that it can't be a good sign, but I don't know what it means. I tried to reach out to Karl in the dream, but he didn't respond.
I woke to several missed calls and a voicemail from Ezra. By the time he got to the dorm, my room was a crime scene. I feel terrible that I didn’t check my phone earlier. He sounded very worried. I texted him, asking if we could meet, and he told me to come by his apartment.
On my way out, Karl asked me to be careful, and said that he would be there if I need him. I could see on his face how much he didn’t want me to do this. I can't stand the thought of disappointing that man, but I don’t feel like I have a better option.