Andrew sat straight up in bed. He looked around, rubbed his eyes, and tried to figure out what woke him up. He flipped over and flopped back down, face buried in his pillow. It was waaay too early to get up. He turned the music back on his phone. GeeMa had come in at some point and turned it off. She hated it when he played his music all night. She said listening to all that chatter wouldn’t let his dreams form properly. But Andrew liked to sleep with his music. Somehow it quieted the voices in his head. They weren’t real voices, of course. He had learned the hard way not to talk about voices.

He had to admit, though, his playlist could probably use a little tweaking. Sleeping to Viking death metal probably was a bad idea, actually.

Normally, Andrew would have been able to drift back into sweet oblivion, but today, something was off. He tried not to think about it, but it kept nagging. Finally, it hit him. Something must be getting ready to happen in the Lim.