The man turned and looked back at Sam. He had slicked back black hair and pale skin. He was classically handsome, but his red eyes offput the entire appearance. "She almost got me, you know," he said, in a voice that would be terribly familiar. "She almost got rid of me."
He looked around the library. "Interesting things, dreams," he said slowly. "Much easier to imagine in dreams. Your brain is a great reservoir of information, Sam."
He tilted his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips. "Oh, no. Not this time." He placed a hand on the wall of the library and color began to leech from the walls, turning the ground underneath Sam grey like ash. Sam would feel a coldness start to spread across him.
