Tony Vandelluse woke up after a sudden dream and started sweating. He walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't remember exactly what had happen in the dream, but he knew that it had something to do with his parents.
             Tony was twenty-five with blonde hair and blue eyes and at six foot two was very tall and muscular. Tony was a quiet person who played the guitar for a living. Tony's family had discovered his musical talent at a very early age and had nurtured it to its full potential.
             Tony quickly threw some clothes on, ran to the garage and jumped into his beaten up pickup truck and speed of to his parents' house.
             His parents were very startled by their sons' sudden visit because he did not usually visit unexpectly. It was not that he did not love them. It was just that he was very busy at the moment. 'Son what are you doing here?' asked his dad, a retired army colonel who was very strict.
             'Have you come for dinner?' asked his mom who was in the middle of knitting a sweater.
             'I just came to see if you were alright' panted Tony 'because I had this horrid dream where my parents were killed. It wasn't just any old dream; I could actually feel what was happening. I got so scared that I just had to see if you were alright.' His parents looked at each other and it was obvious they had something on their minds. 'Son', said his father after what seemed an age ` this is really hard for me to say but...oh well here goes... you... were......... adopted'. 'Are you serious? ` Asked Tony in shock. Tonys` mother looked at him with love in her eyes 'yes sweetheart we are serious. You see, around the time that you were born your father and I desperately wanted a child but your father was sterile so we could not have a baby. We tried everything but nothing would work. Just when we had given up hope there was a knoc...