[He hadn't intentionally pulled it out, just done it without thinking about it. Now that he's realized he has it in his hands though, he unfolds it. It's a drawing of two people: a boy and a girl. Not really the best artwork ever, it's clearly just a thing that was doodled in his spare time. Yet it's wrinkled and crumpled like he must have been carrying it around for a while. He shows it to her with sort of a shrug. And she's the first person he's actually gone out of his way to show it to, not on accident.]

I've seen these people so far. The guy once and the girl twice, but... I don't know their names. And the things I've seen have been good, they're... I don't know, nice. Calm. But I know not everyone's dreams, or visions or whatever, have been like that... One of my friends... Well, someone died in his.