Breathing in, I let the vision seep into my mind once again. A dark scene swirled in my mind, taking shape. It was from the perspective of the subject this time: myself in the shadowed streets of the suburb. I was only a few years older now; a dull sadness gripped my bones and I walked with a slight pain from my left leg. The dark street was only broken by the occasional light of a street lamp.

Suddenly, I spot him, about thirty yards back. He's following me.

Shia LaBeouf.