"Millie…"

"No…not yet…not now…"

"Millie…it's time."

Millie tossed and turned, but when she finally opened her eyes, she found herself drifting in endless space. She looked all around her, but could not find the source of the voice.

"It's been twelve years since we last spoke," Said a floating pair of green eyes. "Too much time to tell him."

"I've tried everything I could to help him figure it out," She said. "But his thoughts have been so preoccupied with other things, and he hasn't been home very often."

"So I've seen. These times are very troubling."

"Please, I need more time," Millie pleaded. "I can guarantee that I'll get him to recognize me somehow."

The eyes closed and there was a great sigh. "I'm afraid you've run out of time."

Millie looked up at the pair of eyes, utterly in shock.

"You have three months left," She said. "If after then he doesn't recognize you, then you will have no other choice but to give up your present form."

"That means…I'll die?"

"I'm afraid so."

The eyes started to fade away, and soon disappeared. When Millie blinked, she was looking up at Molly's worried face.

"Millie? Are you alright?"

'If only she knew…' Tears started forming in her eyes, and she started to cry, burying her face in Molly's chest.