"I'm bringing her in for a landing, everyone brace yourself, I don't know how much of our landing gear survived the attack." Fran said uneasily.
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Breen placed his head on his desk and drifted into a deep sleep.
He was suddenly in some sort of park, dressed in a casual vest and hat. Next to him was a young Dante, holding a fishing pole. Breen gave him instructions on how to cast the rode, and eventually they started fishing. Dante reeled in a large bass, and Breen smiled and patted him on the back. Suddenly the clear sky became clouded and darkness filled the dream. Dante threw his line back into the water, but this time he didn't catch a fish. Dante pulled, and pulled as hard as he could, but couldn't seem to get the unknown object out of the water. He then handed the line to Breen, who pulled as hard as he could, and eventually with all his strength managed to force the object to the surface. Isaac stood with the hook in his mouth, fury in his eyes. Breen began to yell to Dante to run for the minivan, but it was too late. Isaac had already ripped a large rock from the Earth, and flung it at him, the boulder collided with his head. Breen lay on the ground, bleeding as he whispered "why?"
Breen then awoke, his head still on his desk.
"We have to find Isaac." He muttered to himself.