I am riding in the car with my oldest friend, we've known each other since we were 12. We are headed to another old friends house talking about what to bring for dinner.
All of a sudden I'm back in my room, my childhood room, and my old phone rings. A man on the other line asks me if I am my parents daughter, I say yes. He says he is from the Chicago police department and that something has happened to my parents. I ask him if they are ok, he doesn't answer and then starts talking to someone else in the room with him. He puts me on hold and doesn't come back. I see flashes of a hotel room... I panic and call my mom's cell phone but when it rings, my phone rings. The old rotary phone with a cord from my bedroom.
I call my grandmother, she answers and she sounds young again. She says, "two of the most sinister hands got them". I keep asking her if they are alive, because I know something terrible has happened, but there is never an answer.
So now I am resisting the urge to call them and 1. make sure they are ok because I am insane, and 2. forbid them from ever ever going to Chicago.
It's going to be a weird day.