Finally dozing off to sleep after a late night of studying, CJ is resting in his bed peacefully as the wind gently blows outside his window. In the neighborhood, you can hear the leaves in the trees move back and forth in the cool breeze, and sleep never seemed so good to CJ.

Under the crack of CJ's bedroom door, the light from the hallway flicked on and footsteps quickly moved towards his door.

Boom! The door was violently forced open and CJ jumped up, his heart beating one hundred miles per hour. His vision was blurry, and a dark figure was pointing and speaking in an unknown language. CJ, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes, trying to understand what is going on, reached for his lamp on the nightstand and knocked his cup of water down.

The dark figure began to speak more rapidly as CJ frantically fumbled around the nightstand, and that's when he saw 12:05 on his clock.