I was in the dream again.

But this time it wasn't darkness.

There wasn't Kai.

But it was his room.

And it wasn't dusty like what I saw a few weeks ago.

It was clean.

I heard blood-curdling screams. 

From downstairs.

I wanted to follow them.

But someone entered the room.

It was a man who was in his forties.

But that wasn't the thing that surprised me.

It was the unconscious boy whom he held in his hands.

It was Kai.

Blood was dripping from the back of his head.

Then I noticed the large hole on the opposite wall which led to a small room.

The man threw Kai inside and started to cover it with bricks.

The wall.

The room.

The bricks.

It all made sense now.