J's nightmare. J dreamed about K again. The man with the red hair standing in the endless desert, the sunlight of Egypt blurred his face, and he was just like a ripple on a lake which gradually disappears when the wind stops. K seemed to trying speak to him, but they were so far away from each other, and the strong wind abruptly teared the words away. K gave up in the end, he waved at J with a desolate smile. How weird, just now J could see K’s face clearly. Suddenly, a dazzling light went straight to J’s eyes, then the alarm went off. J found himself soaked in sweat, dragging the shirt in his right hand. It’s the nightmare again. He never find a chance to bid farewell to his old friend and never could he.