Getting a thirty-two on the science test was bad enough. Walking out into the hallway with your worst enemy and some random, French guy you don't even know is even worse. Alexa examined this stranger, from his queer trench coat, to his ominous scar on his left hand, which Alexa noticed, he tried to keep hidden, but found that he could not stand to put it in his pocket and instead, left his hand out for all to see. Finally, reassuring footsteps sounded from behind her. Generally, she did not precisely favor her enemy's presence, but this stranger was much more unnerving. Though Joshua followed, he kept his distance. Smart, Alexa thought. The stranger sauntered down the hallway with a strange arrogance in each stride.

"So, Alexa, Josh, we're gonna walk up to my office and then we'll talk about... your situation," Trench Coat Man (Alexa found that the name was suitable for this stranger) said. Josh mumbled an, "Okay" from behind.

"So, how do you like Sophomore year so far?" he ventured.

"It's good," Alexa and Josh replied in unison.

"Good, good...," he said, his voice trailing off. Suddenly, he came to a halt in the middle of a hallway that only let outside.

"Um, sir, where is your office?" Alexa inquired, fear creeping up her spine. Alexa stole a quick glimpse behind her, noticing the horrified expression on Josh's face as he mouthed, 'he is the man in the cream-colored trench coat.' For a lingering moment, Alexa was perplexed until she came to a horrific realisation. On the fortune cookie in her dream, it mentioned a man in a cream-colored trench coat... But this can't be possible! Dreams aren't real! However, along with dreams, comes nightmares. And if dreams were real, how would nightmares be any different? Josh faced away from them, breaking into a sprint.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Peddlestone, but I still need to work on your situation," Trench Coat Man spoke, a malicious grin, picking at the corner of his lips. From inside his trench coat, Trench Coat Man produced a bizarre-looking gun that Alexa immediately identified as a tranquilizer. With one strikingly, perfect shot, the dart hit Josh's leg, making him fall onto the tiled floor. Alexa held up her hands to her mouth in shock. Josh gasped in agony. A queer urge emanated from Alexa to run up to him to see if he was alright, but she restrained herself. Finally, after a minute or so went by (Alexa wasn't sure, because it really felt like hours) Josh fell limp. "Now, for you, my beautiful. I can't risk you ruining the plan, so have a nice rest," Trench Coat Man said with the same malicious smile. Without even another second to spare, a dart was shot at Alexa's forearm. "Ow!" Alexa yelped in pain. For a mere second, everything was stable until a sudden fatigue had befallen upon her. Black spots sprinkled her vision, as her knees began to buckle underneath her. "Ugh!" Alexa yelled between gritted teeth. Her arms lost all sense of feel and her mind lost all sense of direction. She wasn't even sure if she was falling up or if she was falling down. Sweat began to line her skin. "Who are you?" she seethed, feeling the darkness genuinely beginning to envelop her now.

"I am Scott Frenchmen, but to my enemies, I'm just called Frenchmen." And that was all she remembered before she entered into the void of an endless darkness with only her blood-curdling scream barely piercing her consciousness.