Originally published in Short-Story.me 2009 On the dense city street, the hum of traffic and honking would have deafened any soul unlucky enough to be in the proximity, but Jeremiah Black’s preoccupation with his indecision left him oblivious to the ruckus surrounding him. He wiped his clammy hands on his shirt while he gawked at the haunting building before him. Its unwelcoming doors made him want to scream and scurry away in fear. Steve half-laughed with mocking eyes. “Oh, because of the dream you had.” Do you know how stupid that sounds?” Jeremiah widened his eyes. “What?” “Observatory room?” ***