“ Mikael!, Wake up.” Someone called him, shaking his shoulders.

He frowned, who the hell was Mikael, he thought as he forced his eyes open to look into the green eyes of the familiar man that now frequently appeared in his dreams.

“ C’mon son, you’ll be late for school if you don’t get up, plus your mom would eat my head if you’re late…” the familiar man said.

Johan’s frown deepened, what the hell was going on. The man was calling him Mikael. Was he hallucinating or something, and school?, What school was he talking about, he thought.

“Get moving son” the man said, as he dragged Johan out of the bed. He wanted to ask the man who he was, but his mouth couldn’t utter a word even as he was dragged out of bed into a familiar hallway.

He tried to remember where he had seen this hallway before, but his memory was coming up short.

The man led him to the table and sat him down, before he went about doing other things in the kitchen; making breakfast perhaps.

This certainly was not