As the darkness in Jim's mind faded away like the memories of a one night stand, he blinked his eyes and sat up. "What a dream! Man, that is the last time I EVER use any of that Taco Bell Super Hot Sauce.", exclaimed Jim as he stood and shook off the soreness from landing on the hard tile floor.
Jim walked over to the sink and turned on the cold water. He gathered some in the palms of his cupped hands and splashed it on his face. He shook off the remaining water and looked in the mirror. "Hmm..guess it was a dream.", said Jim, his reflection mimicing him. It was then that Jim noticed something odd about his fingernails. He raised them to face the dusky light streaming in through the dusty window. They were painted red! "Huh??! No way, there is no way that really happened.", Jim fervently stated, though in denial.
As Jim tried to recall the events of the last hours, a message, bound in a dark red ribbon fell through the air and landed on Jim's head. The message tumbled through the air and landed on the floor. Jim looked tentatively around before bending down and lifting the note, he read it to himself...
Mon Jan 22 16:54:44 2001