Prime Time

WRYYYYRT. WRYYYYRT. WRYYY- *Click*

Spike yawned as his alarm was shut off. He rubbed his hand through his green mohawk as he sat upward. He got out of bedd and put some clothes on before going into the living room. Philomena, his adopted sister, was, as usual, awake and drinking a cup of tea. "Good morning, Spike." She said quietly before she took another sip of tea.

That's strange, Spike thought. She's never been this quiet before.

"Morning, Philomena. Um.... is there something wrong?" Spike asked as he grabbed the milk from the fridge and ceirial from the cabinet. Philomena sighed. "Well.... I could say it's an upcoming problem that I saw in my dreams last night-" Spike accedently dropped the box of ceirial and milk on the floor.

"You mean..... you had the same dream as well?" He asked.

Philomena nodded.

"Welp."