"Everything is red and on fire... There's fog... Or smoke... It's also red. I'm standing amongst the flames but I feel numb. No pain or anything. And ...here's a figure across me..." "May I guess, the demon?" he asked, looking up at you. "Yeah," you responded, "they got those black horns, tail, red-ish skin, you name it." "And how do you feel about these dreams?" You opened your mouth to reply, "well... Those dreams did sound and looked terrifying. Like- in hell. But it felt calm. Like meeting a. Not a poor one – I maintained a B average – but I just didn't care for school so college wasn't in my future. I'd never been more that fifty miles from the town I was born in so one of the things I wanted to do was travel. Travel meant money and money meant a good job that paid well and while there may have been plenty of jobs in our town none of them paid well enough for me to do what I wanted to do. The day after graduation, diploma in hand, I was waiting at the front door to the Army. She gave him something he had never known from anyone other than his parents. It was the one thing that he had been looking for from all the other women he had met. She gave him her, and only expected one thing in return, him. Not his parents' money or the comfort it could bring in those hard times. Not status or stuff, not jewelry or money she had wanted HIM! That was all, end of issue.Now she was gone forever. He bent his head, folded his arm over his face and struggled to keep the tears at. Whatever we need to do – just tell us.”He sighed again and looked again at Michael. “Although they carry the antibodies in their blood, they are not a genetic match for your father.”“So, what does that mean?” Michael demanded stressfully.“Well, if we try to transfuse with just their blood then we run the real risk that we could kill your father – or his system will go to war on any antibodies that we introduce into his body. If we transfuse using your own or your uncle’s blood, then it will.