I had several dreams during the night.
Not all of them were nightmares, but they came close as they all revolved around real people in my life. I couldn't recall anything that they said, but it was more of their expressions—the lifeless, dead expressions they had with every face that flashed in my head. My parents, teachers, Karen Anne, Dick, maybe even Elvis, I don’t know…but they all stood along a line that lead to a door and ultimately closed it on me.

Endre wants to flee his war-torn planet.
His hope lies with Captian Jespersen who smuggled refugees before.
What he didn't know was how high the price is he may have to pay.

"I'm not saying there's anything wrong with it, I just want to know that this is something you really want" Mum said sitting next to dad across from Gaby and I.

"Your mother's right. Could this be some form of PTSD?" Dad chimed.

"Exactly. You boys went through God-knows-what on that island, especially you!" Mum followed

"Mum." I said weakly

"You said you dressed like a woman the entire time and then the things that boy did to you, this could just be a way for you to cope"

My father nodded.