Three o'clock

Jason numbly takes the rest of the candy bar and east half of it before putting the rest on the nightstand. He resists her help getting into bed at first, but finally relents, too tired to fight right now. Still shaky, he flops his head down on his pillow, resting on his side to face where Katie sits down. His body feels sick, his mind in torture. Exhaustion drags him in the direction of sleep, but fear keeps his eyes glued to the wall as he fights the memories that are trying to get in the door. But resistance is futile. His eyes slowly, slowly drift shut....

...Jason runs with all his might. His feet pound the sidewalk, but his destination does not near. He can hear footsteps behind him. They are ones he fears...they only walk, but gain on him. Panic shoots through his veins. He dodges down a dark alley and back out onto another street, just to end up back at the house he feared so much. Suddenly Alex is no longer behind him, but coming out of the house with anger in his eyes. "Get inside!" he orders.
Jason turns to flee, but his muscles don't want to work. He can't move. Alex's sinister voice reverberates in his ears. "You can't escape, Jason...I'll always find you..."

"No!" Jason writhes in bed, soaking the sheets with sweat, his pulse racing beyond control and his muscles beginning to tense to the point of shaking. He curls up in a tight ball on the corner of the bed, desperately trying to pull himself out of his dream as his breathing grows shallow and he's in danger of passing out from shock.