Well, at least he hadn’t dreamed up the pretty girl. So that meant that amazing kiss had been real. And the burning plane.  SHIT THE PLANE. He ran back out to his dresser and looked at his phone; it was out of power, of course. He plugged in the charger and paced. When the screen finally displayed, he had 54 missed calls and 22 messages. Half from Aunt Moony and the other half was Winnie.