[i]A dark figure stands in front of me, his suit or flesh so black it reflects all light. He raises his hand and says, "I click my fingers and the world burns."[/i]

I scream out and open my eyes. I had that nightmare again, and I get into a jacket and some torn jeans. I slip into some black sneakers and grab my backpack as I walk outside. I see a blur of red in the canopy of this concrete jungle, and I start to run towards it, identifying it with my eagle-accurate vision as something humanoid but not human. I keep my field of vision slightly behind me, like third person view in a video game, it allows me to be better protected from behind where people aim for assassinations. I give up and get to the roof of a hotel, hoping against hope the red creature would come nearby.