Lee woke up twisted and sweaty sheets, his legs arm and leg completely hanging off the bed. It was bright outside, he'd slept last and half the morning was already gone. He'd dreamed of fire again, but it was the same as last time; nothing specific, nothing more than the image of flames and thick, black smoke. They weren't horrific, but they weren't all that pleasant either.
Lee made a note of it in his journal and put it out of him mind, turning his thoughts to the day ahead. He'd never woken up in an empty house before and the silence was slightly unnerving. Like there were a couple of devilish siblings waiting out in the hall to ambush him. The fact that there was actually no other soul in the house really drove him the fact that he was in another life now. He went downstairs and turned on the stereo, then took a shower as Jim Morrison's voice felled the empty walls.
After his shower, he ran up the stairs, singing and naked just because he could. Hey, he could spent the entire day naked if he wanted to, but... no. He wanted fried eggs and bacon for breakfast and frying naked was a bad idea. A few minutes later he was still bouncing round, singing loudly, but clothed and with breakfast well on the way. There was a knock on the door and he turned down the oven to go and answer it (maybe his fire dream hadn't been completely banished from his thoughts) taking his spatula-microphone with him.
"Good morning!" He opened the door to the dark haired boy standing on the doorstep.( Jinx )