The Long Night of Truman Burbank

Truman was back in his world. Not outside LA, but back in Seahaven again. It was night, or at least he couldn't see much light around. He was somewhere around the main streets, but it seemed deserted. He started running, but it was hard because of the blizzard. Blizzard? There was no snow. Probably too hard to do snow inside the dome. This made no sense. He continued running, trying to get to the exit.

"Truman, you shouldn't have left. Your place is here." That same voice overhead. "You're needed here. They need you. *I* need you."

"No! You don't! You just want your prisoner back!" He yelled up to the sky.

"Come back, Truman." And now there were other voices, and people emerging from inside the buildings and alleyways. Calling him. He turned around, but they were closing in all sides. Calling him.

Then he heard a woman scream, and Sylvia was now crying out, "Truman! Help!"

He yelled her name, and tried to fight against the crowd to get to her. Finally he saw her, shivering.

"It's so cold, Truman. Help me. It's so dark." And that last word began to echo all around him.

Dark...dark...dark.

He woke up at that, and shivered some. He fetched another blanket, and tried to go back to sleep. Only inklings of the dream remained in his mind as he finally slept again, troubled and not entirely sure why.