Living The Dream

Thomas Anderson had always led a charmed life; a dream life, some would say. Rich, powerful and immensely popular, he’d wanted for nothing.

But these past few weeks, things had started to unravel. Random encounters; mysterious phone calls; vivid nightmares. He’d even started hearing voices. They all gave the same message.

It was a message he now held in his hands. A message delivered anonymously to his office this morning, folded neatly in a package containing another cryptic artefact: a loaded pistol.

He hefted the firearm as he read the words over and over:

“PLEASE WAKE UP. WE MISS YOU.”