When The Sun Rose Again

After opening his eyes, Jerry realized the rain had stopped falling from the sky, and he could hear birds chirping from outside. Which was unusual, considering the weather outside was getting cold and everything was slowly turning to winter. He only shook his head, and pulled himself up into a sitting position.

He then noticed all his bandmates were gone, and something about the room was... different. It seemed to have a different setting than last night. Or maybe, Jerry thought, he didn't really pay that much attention to the room.

"Finally, you're awake. I thought you were in a coma or something." Sean said as he came into the room. He began to search through the closet. Jerry studied him hard.

"Did you like... dye your hair or something?" Jerry asked him.

Sean looked at him like he was the craziest man in the world. Jerry couldn't help but notice something looked so different about him. He looked... younger.

"Dude, are you alright? Are you sick or something?"

Jerry shook his head. He decided to stop asking so many questions. His head was starting to swim.

"No, no I'm just... I don't know." Jerry sighed. He blinked hard. Sean raised his eyebrows.

"Get up and wash off your face, maybe you'll feel a little better." Sean suggested. Jerry slowly pulled himself out of bed.

"Yeah, yeah maybe."

"Are you almost ready to go? The show starts in fifteen minutes." Mike came into the room whining. And that was when Jerry almost hit the floor.

"M-Mike... you're... you're alive!" Jerry said in disbelief. Mike stood there, giving Jerry the same crazy look Sean did.

Jerry couldn't believe it. In front of him was Mike Starr, and he was actually alive. He was breathing, talking, and Jerry couldn't believe it. This had to be some crazy dream.

"But... you died years ago. Not too long after Layne..." Jerry trailed off

Layne.

"What are you talking about?" Mike asked. He was beginning to feel uneasy.

"I think Jerry just had some fucked up dream." Sean whispered to him.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Mike asked.

Jerry slowly nodded his head. Even though he wasn't sure if he was really okay or not. He felt as if he was going crazy. This had to be some crazy dream. Yet, it felt so real.

"Where's Layne?" Jerry asked slowly.

"He's in the next room." Mike answered. Jerry's knees felt weak. He felt like he was going to collapse to the ground.

"I'm going to go see him." Jerry said.

His heart was racing, and his mind was swimming with so many thoughts. He was scared, excited, and well, he seemed to be feeling every emotion all at once.

Softly, Jerry knocked on the door. He was starting to have second thoughts. Maybe he should just turn back around. Maybe he should leave. But before he could, the door swung open, and there he was.

Layne.

"Oh my god..." Jerry whispered. Before he knew it, his legs had gave out on him, and he went crashing to the floor, but Layne caught him.

"Jerry, are you alright?" Layne asked. Jerry stared deep into his concerned, blue eyes. They were so alive. Layne was alive.

"Layne... it's you." Jerry whispered. He reached up, feeling of Layne's face. Layne looked at him like he was crazy, and began to laugh aloud.