A voice that called out to him in his dreams – familiar and soft yet full of sorrow. It was coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once, words such as “sorry. all my fault. killed.” and the echoing of soft crying. “Jack. I’m so sorry. can’t. ” And then the voices began to fade as the link between them faltered, a new voice growling and enveloping the softer one – deeper but still familiar. “Dead. she will die. exist. no more.” And then it vanished in a quick swipe.

Alone in the bed that he and Katelynn had once shared, Jack woke up with a start. He was trembling, his narrow chest heaving as he panted. Sweat beaded on his blue forehead. His eyes were wide, staring into the darkness of the room. 

A dream. Just a dream, nothing more. It doesn’t mean anything. 

Except he couldn’t believe that. 

He’d dreamed of Katelynn many times since their last, heartbreaking confrontation  But the voice in his dreams had never been like that: strong, and yet seeming to come from far away at the same time. And he had never heard that other voice – that terrible, growling, evil voice. 

Shivering, Jack hugged his pillow tightly, trying not to weep. He’d done enough of that already in the past days. Tears wouldn’t save Katelynn. 

We have to find her. Fast.