"Angie," he shouted, bursting to the ground and shaking her as she lay down on the ground. But, Angie wouldn't budge. He dialed his phone to call for an ambulance, trying his best to resuscitate her while waiting for the ambulance to arrive. Years in service have taught him that every minute count for someone who had lost consciousness. She coughed, but her body must have been too weak to move as she lay down on the ground, unconscious.

A few minutes later, ambulance and firetruck arrived. The rescuers transferred Angie to a stretcher as they hailed her into the ambulance. Two fire trucks arrived to put out the flame as it was near old houses that can be quickly burned. Firefighters took more than an hour until they declared the area safe. Angie was under the care of the emergency unit in the nearby hospital.

"Vince, were you the one who called us?" Mrs. Hernandez was panting as she and her husband drove immediately to the hospital to meet Vince.

"Yes."

"What happened?"

"To be honest, I am not sure what happened as well. I felt like I was dreaming, which led me to this abandoned house. Before I knew it, the house was on fire, and Angie burst out from the burning house until she fell unconscious on the floor."

Mr. and Mrs. Hernandez looked at each other, their face aghast clutching each other's hand for support. Mrs. Hernandez leaned over to her husband, who almost fell backward. Instinctively, Vince reached out as he led the couple to a nearby steel seat. His heart was pounding like hell enough to rip off his breast. But he was more concerned at the couple who were horror-stricken. He, too, was worried about Angie, who was running in the night in her nighties. He knew then that something was wrong, primarily that they have been led to the same place in the dark-stricken night.

"Ms. Angie Fernandez's guardians?" the doctor came out of the emergency room.

"That's us," Mr. Fernandez stood up and walked towards the doctor.

"She is doing really well. Ms. Fernandez suffered shock and momentarily lost of oxygen, perhaps due to the smoke from the house. Good thing that someone was able to conduct CPR within the 5-minute critical time; otherwise, it could have been harder for Ms. Fernandez. She is sleeping right now, but you can check on her." the doctor said with one hand inside his white doctor's gown.

"Thank you so much," Mr. Hernandez reached out his hand to shake the doctor's hand.

"Our pleasure to help Mr. Hernandez. I will go ahead now, let me know if anything comes up," he said as he walked away.

The couple turned around, Mrs. Hernandez wrapped her arms around Vince while sobbing in his chest. He flinched at the unexpected gesture of the old lady. For him, it was an instinct for years of working in the field rescuing and tending to people in need.

"Thank you, Vince," Mr. Hernandez approached him and tapped him on the back as he blinked multiple times, trying to hold back his tears. "Honey, that's enough. You are making a mess on Vince's shirt," he said jokingly to his wife while attempting to pull her out from his arms.

"Oh! I am sorry, Vince. Thank you so much. We really insist that you join us over thanksgiving, okay?" she touched his arm as she pulled away from him.

Vince smiled, his heart was full of affection for this beautiful couple who reminded him of his own parents. That alone, he was assured of how great a person Angie could be knowing she had been raised well in their household being the only child that she was. The incident that happened how they ended in one place at that specific time is still a mystery for him. This piqued his interest in Angie. Maybe there is more to it just being a coincidence.

Soon after, the police arrived to investigate what happened, but Angie was too flustered to answer. Vince gave his statement instead relating that Angie was outside the house the entire time watching the house ablaze. Her parents confirmed they do not know the owner of the house and were not even aware of its existence until then.

Angie was kept overnight in the hospital and was released on Saturday afternoon. Her friend, Lindsey, visited shortly after who was worried sick after hearing the story from her parents that morning. Vince had left the hospital when Lindsey arrived as Angie was about to check out of the hospital. She followed Hernandez's to their home, and let Angie's parents get some sleep while she hovered around her.

"What happened?" Lindsey asked, her eyes widened as she looked at the pale face of Angie, who had not said a single word when she was rushed to the hospital. She only nodded and shook her head when the investigators talked to her.

All Angie could remember was the vivid dream she had, and how she managed to go to that house was a mystery to her as she thought it was all part of a dream. Her parents did confirm to the investigators that she had been sleepwalking for the last few months. They changed some of the locks in their house. They thought she had gotten over the habit and was in utter shock when it happened again. This was by far the most dangerous walk she had gotten herself into. Her mom was convinced that Angie was being possessed by a spirit of some sort starting August that year.

"Dream... red dress... house... lady," she spoke for the very first time.

Lindsey has to cringe as although her words were clear, they do not make any sense. "I don't get it. can you explain exactly what happened?"

Angie sat on her bed, glanced at Lindsey, pointed to her window, and said: "I saw him there."

"Who?"

"A person. He was staring at me from down below. And, as if he was someone I knew."

"And then?"

"I went down and run after him. All I can remember is a red dress burning, then the house."

"Did you see his face?"

"No. I didn't see his face. But, I saw her again inside the house next to the dress."

"Who is she?" wind blew, and Lindsey had goosebumps all over her body. "This is too creepy." She turned around, "Why is your window open, can I close it?" She stood up.

"No. She will open it again?"

"What?" She sat again, looking at Angie with her face aghast. She shook her head, not understanding a single thing that has been happening. "Uhm... you said you need to go somewhere tomorrow. But do you think you can do it then?"

"I have to," she said with a stoic expression. "I have to make her stop."

Blinking several times, she asked, "Where exactly are we going?"

"To a oneirocritic," she replied.

"An interpreter of dreams?"

"Yes."