The things she saw were not her own.
Of this, she was certain.
But still, she knew she had to know. Had to find out what lied beyond.
Hand to find out who she was.
For the sake of her friends, and of herself, she knew she had to seek him out again.
He could help her, he had before, surely he would now. So She goes back to the place in her dreams, and finds him there waiting for her.
Secrets she couldn't possibly have known come rushing into her. She doesn't know what to do with this new knowledge. He tells her she must return to where she came from, and she agrees.
She can't go yet, has to keep fighting, must always keep fighting to change her fate.
Her friends suffer in the wake of her new abilities, and she can't put them through that, not again. She knows what she must do, to save the ones she loves.
She returns to the place of dreams and memory and says she's ready. Meeting in a white room she knows what must happen next.
She must disappear.
Forgotten.
She wasn't afraid, she wasn't hurt. Clutching the seashell in her hand, she knew she was doing what was right.