The Baby and the Nightmare Shortage
Len was walking down another hallway, frowning, his shoes making “tmp tmp” sounds on the freshly waxed hospital floor. He looked around, trying to find any awake person.
Allen was wheeled into an operating room, placed on the bed, and locked inside. Then all televisions turned on, with the room shown on the screen. Whoever this was wanted Len. And would use Allen to get him.
Len’s footsteps continued going “tmp tmp” down the hall. His face peeked into every room— finding nothing. Sighing and going back, he called for Allen— but Allen was gone. “Allen…? Allen where are you?”
The dream space was calm and white. Nothing else. Like the person who did this meant no harm, and Allen was only the lure. No use to judge before you know the whole truth.