Sophie gets up and walks out of the theater. I sit alone with a bowl of popcorn. I take a piece of the popcorn and popping it into my mouth, the salty butter hitting my taste buds instantly. 

     The movie starts, and Sophie still isn't back yet. I start to get worried about her, so, leaving the buttery popcorn behind, I get up and walk out of the theater. I look around for her, but don't spot her. I make my way over to the snack bar, but she wasn't there. I look out of the glass doors and see her standing outside, her phone pressed to her ear. 

     I walk to the doors, debating with myself. Do I really want to go out here? Do I want to know what happening?

Any stable person would have said no. I'm not a stable person. As I make my way towards the door, I start hearing whispering in the back of my mind. Like a group of people saying words. I caught glimpses of sentences. 

"She should be fine."

"...Been asleep for a while."
"...I know. But she needs to know about...."

I felt a sharp pain in my arm, but the voices had stopped. So, I kept walking towards the door.
The closer I got, I realized that Sophie was crying. That was an understatement. Sophie was sobbing. 

I opened the glass door as I heard the last little bit of the conversation. Sophie's mouth opened and said, "We will be there right away." She pulled the phone from her ear, and hung up. She turned to face me. 

"What's going on?" I ask, my mind whirling with thoughts. 

"Dani, I need you to go and get in the car right now." Sophie says as tears leak from her eyes. 

"But what about the movie? And the—" I was cut off by a frantic tone in Sophie's voice. 

"Dani, we don't have time. Get in the car." He voice is stern. It reminded me of my Dad if I ever got in trouble. Why was Sophie being so harsh?

"Can you at least tell me why first?" I ask, as Sophie and I made our way to the car. 

"Officer Sam called." Sophie says. 

"I know that." I mumble. 

"They've found out who the killer is." 

I freeze in my tracks. 

~ ~ ~ 

I cried. 

We got into the car. 

I cried more. 

Sophie drove, trying to comfort me, but I'd shoot her down. I didn't want to talk. I wanted to think. Or sleep. Or both.

I lean my head against the seat belt. Tears rolled down my face, hitting my arms below. I didn't take me very long to fall into a deep sleep. 

~ ~ ~ 

I woke up. I felt more aware. More here. More alive. 

A doctor is looking over me. Watching me. I felt uncomfortable. 

He was speaking to a nurse. 

"Good evening, Daniella." The doctor spoke to me. 

"Hello." I say softly. 

"You've been doing good so far. Except, you have been sleeping a lot, recently, yes?" He asks. 

I don't say anything. 

He sighs. "Daniella, you can't just not talk to me. I know this may all seem new and scary and—"

"I've been having these dreams for nearly three weeks now. Of course it's scary." I snap at him. 

"I know. And about loosing your family, that can't help at all. I'm so sorry—"

I glare at him. "How on earth do you know about my family?" 

     He laughs as if I had just made a funny joke, "Do you hear her?" He asks the nurse. 

     I roll my eyes and try to stay as long as I could, and ask everything I needed to. 

     "Why am I here?" I ask, my voice powerful and strong. 

     "She doesn't have a clue." He lets out a chuckle again. 

     "Dani!"

     I woke up.