Jason's eyes snap open in fear as he immediately sits up on his bed with a desperate gasp. His whole body is covered in sweat and he's breathing heavily and fast.

A nightmare from the night he died, again. He lays back on his bed and rubs his face. He can't sleep anymore, he picks up his phone from his nightstand, turns it on and looks at the time; still midnight.

He frowns and curses under his breath but when you send him a text, He smiles and opens it. You always have the perfect timing.