She gasped, sitting up in bed. Pure fear clutched at her heart, and for a second she didn't know where she was. All she could see was the knife. The knife looming in front of her, taunting her. She sat there shivering, a feeling of hopelessness blurring her other senses. She felt like she was a fifteen again. Fifteen and about to watch someone die. Not just someone, but him.

Then, warm arms encircled her, chasing away the cold fear. He murmured soothing words to her, running his fingers through her hair. She wrapped her arms around his waist and lay her head against his chest. Even though she wasn't listening to his words, they still soothed her. Just the fact that he was here with her made everything better.