Jeb

The room was still stuffy and hot. The sun had set ages ago now, thoughts of comfort became dreams.

The thought was enough to attract the attention of the Wall, a feeling of an intelligence of sorts insinuating its influence into the very air.

Jeb sighed, making the sign of protection as he did so.

'I didn't mean for you to come.'

No eyes were apparent, but the sensation of being watched was always un-nerving.

Hearing the Wall communicate was also an experience, once you knew how to listen that is.

Holding back another sigh Jeb said, ?I'm not playing your games today, Wall. You already know why I am.'

'No. What I want is actual fresh, cool air!'

A muted chuckle invaded Jeb's other mind, the one They called the subconscious.

'It's not funny, Wall. I can barely breathe!'

Since when have you started breathing? Are you fully in this dimension now? Wall considered this highly amusing.

Jeb knew better than to try and argue his point. Wall knew full well that conditions here reflected conditions... there. There where part of him floated around, moving as he moved, but alive. Living and breathing in a way he never could here.

'I will not!'

Then I shall.

'You can't do that, you can't kill?'

Unless it's in one of my dreams.

Fighting the urge to throw some thing, Jeb sat there letting the words hang unquestioned.

'That's enough, Wall?'

With a streak of anger he would normally never let overcome him, Jeb jumped down from his shelf. Finding a pencil that he could hold between his stumpy, inadequate arms, he drew the symbol of protection as far out of sight as he could manage.

Wall stayed silent, but Jeb knew that this was hurting. Stinging to be accurate.

'If you are a good wall, Wall, I may be persuaded to rub that off.'

The sarcasm was evident, Jeb ignored it.

'Damn,' Jeb turned and rushed back to his now constant home of the shelf above the bed.

Feeling the weight of the ear-ring in his left ear, Jeb scowled. 'Wasn't there something I had to rub off? I'm starting to forget?'

Wall started to reply, the symbol was becoming really uncomfortable, but someone came into the room.

It was him, Sam. This being his room. Not that he slept here much these days, he was a man now and he had a girlfriend.

The door was left open while Sam took his clothes off rushing into the bathroom, a slight breeze soothing the heat a small bit.

Sounds of the shower being turned on and a tuneless song indicated that he had had a good night and for once was not hungover.

Soon he was back, drying himself as he went. A search for some clean clothes coming to a compromise between drawer and floor, then a cigarette was sparked for a five minute relax.

Then he was gone, gone to finish off this night the way last night obviously did.

Once the sound of his car had faded away, Jeb jumped down onto the bed.

Please, Wall begged.