Billy Breeze shuttered in the cold December wind.  His slitted eyes peeked through the cracked door of that God forsaken crack house...

Nothing.

Just the usual, random bodies scattered, trash, broken bottles, empty pill scripts--Humans, living worse than animals.  Humans so far gone off crack and heroin and God knows what else, living in a state predating their primal brethren, a state that swung far out into the future and hooked a left into dimensions that you wouldn't understand.  Billy clenched his teeth and spit.  He hoped that lady was lying.  He hoped that Brianna wasn't here.  

Billy Breeze was stuck in a dream.  Could he die?  No.  Death would be easy.  Billy ran the risk of being stuck in a parallel reality.  What's the difference?  Don't ask.  I don't have answers.  I just know because I was there.  I don't know how I got back or if I got back.  But I know I'm not where Billy was.  This I'm sure of.  I think.    

Billy's breath clouded around the door.  He collected the purple steam and put it in his pocket.  You never know what could come in handy. 

He focused his eyes through the crack, this time closing his right and using his left. He opened his left eye as far as it would allow and slowly narrowed it.  Bingo.  By doing this Billy had adjusted himself into another reality.  You don't believe me? Fine.  

Go outside and walk down the street with just your left eye squinted.  Barely open. If you do it, congrats.  You are in another dimension.  A different reality.  Things look different.  You move different.  People will treat you, a one eyed squinter, differently they would in your two eyed dimension.  

 The bodies were now blobs.  Rats and cockroaches scurried to find their respective cracks in the walls.  A bright orange cat fell from the table to the floor,  floating like a life on fire from a late October tree.  It touched the ground as if it were walking on water.  The blobs cried in agony.  "Please, Sirius, spare her. Spare the girl!"  

Billy opened his right eye.  The blobs became human and the cat was sitting on the table.  Every one circled around a young girl.  Lou Skeetz, a former star athlete turned junkie, was pumping  the young girl's chest, forcing life into her heart with the palms of his hands.  "C'mon girl.  You too pretty to die."  Billy closed his right eye and adjusted the left.  

The bright orange cat had taken on green reptilian wings, a hawk's beak, and was standing on it's hind legs.  It spoke with with a heavy lisp.  "Batilius.  Bring me the girl!"

Batilius looked a lot like Lou.  And that girl?  She was a spitting image of Billy's little sister.  Brianna.