My Immortal 04:13
"Connor! NO!" I wake up in cold sweat yet again. Ever since the explosion, I haven't been able to sleep. I have the same dream…over and over.
"Connor, you there?" Of course there's no answer, there never is. There hasn't been for months. "Conn, I had the dream again. But you're fine, right?" You see, Connor never left, he's just not ready to show everyone he's fine. There was an explosion, and Connor was in the middle of it. But he's not dead. He visits me at night. Everyone calls me crazy, but I'm not. And when he visits them, they'll see. They'll all see.
"Lester is making me take time off, Connor. Silly, isn't it? He told me you weren't here, that I was imaging you, but I know that's not true, right? You wouldn't abandon me, not like Stephen, Nick, Sarah, Jenny? Right? Well, goodnight, Conn. I love you." I slowly drift back to sleep, his face still in my mind, knowing he'll reveal himself to the others soon.
"Are you sure this is the best course of action, Philip?"
"Of course, James. She is mentally incompetent, and is a liability to our mission. She has caused far more casualties on the field, including the loss of Captain Becker, because she has been having delusions of Temple. I understand that this is a terrible loss, but she has to move on. We wouldn't want her ending up like Lewis, and offing herself because her love died."
"I suppose you're right."
"Besides, she isn't the first one to be sent to The Bethlem Royal Hospital, Quinn will keep her company."
"I'm beginning to think this job is destroying more lives than it's saving."
As Philip left the room, James Lester put his head in his hands, and glanced over to the left. Tears began streaming down his face. What he was looking at were two framed photos. The first was taken mere weeks after the project began, the second was taken shortly after Cutter's death. They contained 10 faces total. Only 1 was left.
"I'm alone."