Nothing. Nothing is there. No one, dead or alive, sits in the back seat of the car. “Cassie? Cassie? Cassie Rose Walker, you’d better be here somewhere!” The woman shouts, and breaks into tears.

She find the remains of her tablet. And she waits.

—TIME SKIP—

I’m lying in a bed. I don’t think it’s mine, unless someone moved me there. I can’t remember... what happened? Everything seems hazy, straight out of a...

“Katie.”

...dream. What? That didn’t happen in real life. I look around the dark room for anyone. I seem to be alone. Now I can see that I most definitely am not in my room. I’m in...

“Katie, listen. Concentrate.”

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...a room with a desk, a bookshelf and a shower curtain hanging to the left of me.

Wait. It happened again. The voice.

“You can do it. Good. Now try answering back.”

It says again. But this time I pay attention. I find it rather hard to remember what they said, now that they’re not saying it anymore. But I answer the call. (A/N: if speech is marked like ‘this’ it’s Katie thinking back, and if it’s like “this” it’s the mysterious voice.)

‘Who are you? Why can I hear you?’

“I don’t know. I assume it’s because you’re dreaming.”

‘No I’m not, I’m awake...’

“Are you sure?”

I pause, considering the fact that I may be asleep.

‘No...’

“Exactly. I think you are having a dream, a deep one, as if you wouldn’t be able to wake... And that would allow us to communicate.”

‘That... kinda makes sense? Wait, how do you know my name?’

“I’ve had dreams about you, Katie. Glimpses. It reminds me of when I had glimpses of my... actually, I’m not supposed to tell you yet.”

‘What? Do I know you or something? Tell me your name!’

‘Hello?’

“Look for me in your dreams...”