Too Quiet

I haven't heard from or seen Patrick in a very long time, not even a peep. Stormy has moved in with me for now; we're staying at Michael's house. Mentally I am drained. I don't remember anything really about the clock, but it seems like Michael does. I'm searching every inch of this damn house for anything that he may have that can help me figure out how to stop him.

The only thing to mention is the dreams. I've been dreaming exclusively about the events of the last year since I can remember and that was the case until recently. Its like I'm reliving the events, but there are things about them that are very different. I don't know how to explain it without sounding ridiculous, but there are little things, things that have been consistent in my dreams for so long, that are absent or changed. It's...unsettling to say the least.