Once again Zachary awoke on a muddy slope. Of course he couldn't really call it waking up since this was in fact a dream. It was the same dream he had been having every night for longer than he cared to remember.
He was on a slippery slope above a gaping crevice. He did not know how he came to be there, he did not know what lay in the open wound in the ground below him, all he knew was that if he couldn't claw his up to the top of the slope he was going to die.
Of course this was easier said than done. It was dark, it was cold, he was soaked through, and the earth beneath his tenuous grip was quickly turning to mud. He could barely move and it was almost impossible to think over the sound of the storm above him.
"Let go!" Somehow Rufu's voice carried over the thunder and the rain. Zachary gritted his teeth and continued his ascent. How did Rufus get here?
"I said let go Zachary!" There it was again. Zachary couldn't believe it but Rufus' voice rang out with impossi