Everything seems normal, when he wakes up.

For about five minutes, until he tries to open the bathroom door and his hand passes straight through.

And then he turns, and looks at the bed, and sees...

And then he screams.

Here's my characters, both active and less so. They're all still in my head somewhere.

Adam Whiteley callmefelicia
Angelo Espinosa spectral_skin
Gavroche Thenardier street_sparrow
James Norrington nobilityrules
Jonathan Levinson jonathanparagon
Liam Pace youalleverybody
Lucas coolhandlucas
Ludo rockfriend
Michael Guerin rebelheartalien
Petrefax lithargean
Petrie petriedino
Richard Sharpe and_far_away
Sheemie Ruiz pink_sombrera
Ted "Theodore" Logan wildstallynted
Ulfin ulfin_kingsmanElsegame, for those of you who've ever played in TM, ( Read more... )

Jonathan. On his bed, awake. Staring at the ceiling. Bored.

It begins benignly, as many dreams do. Jonathan's walking though the halls of Sunnydale High, being jostled and ignored as he always was. This time he walks all the way to the bell tower, where the gun is waiting for him, cold and deadly in the corner. Buffy never comes. Instead, he takes aim and begins firing. People scream, clouds of blood ( Read more... )

Jonathan is in his room, doing nothing in particular.

Jonathan is asleep.

Jonathan is in his room, playing with the games system Val gave him. He's been absorbed in it for quite some time.