The nightmares get worse as the night progresses. I'm dying, or I'm already dead. Peter is dying, or dead already. I've only dreamed of Peter though. Not my family. I can't bare to think of them dead. I haven't seen them for almost a year. I've forgotten what they look like. Peters family is a blur as well. I wonder if I will be able to save them, or will I slowly forget them?
Morning comes slow. I'm up before the sun. Running from house to house, building to building looking for defenses. I'm halfway through my search when I feel someone watching me. I slowly turn around and am met face to face with a reflectionist. In its true form. Something's different. Really different. It's not in a reflection. What does this mean? What will become of everything? Where will they take me? Two days. I have two days, right? But what is two days? Everything runs together. I can't tell. My heart's pounding and I can't breathe. I'm panicking. I see black dots. Then everything goes dark.
