A revised edition of a one shot i posted earlier and deleted (I think I deleted it, at least...) Well, review, PLEEEASE?

"Okay, you got me. What is it, Fabian? Tell me!"

You laugh, one hand wrapped around her torso. "Nope. You have to guess."

"Hmmm…" She screws up her eyes, pretending to think. "Did you get me… a… motorcycle?"

You laugh again, pressing your face into her neck. "And let you run the risk of damaging that pretty little face of yours? No way."

"Then what?" She whines, running her hands along the length of your arm as she doubles over in laughter.

"Guess again."

"No, wait, I got it!" Her eyes light up, removing your hand from around her waist as she spins around to face you. "You got me—a helicopter!"

"What?" You look at her, trying to decide if she's serious. "You seriously think I bought you a helicopter?"

"Why not?" She shrugs, giggling. "I'm always telling you how much I love riding in helicopters."

You frown. "No, you're not,"

She spins around again to face the mirror, still giggling. "Um, yes, I do always tell you that, you sillyhead," She adjusts her hair, brushing it to the side a little. "I believe I dropped that hint two afternoons ago, actually."

Your frown deepens. For as long as you've known her, you don't think you've ever heard her express the slightest interest in helicopters.

"Okay…" You shrug off the topic and wrap her in his arms again. She giggles.

You love the sound of her giggling.

"Okay, so, if you didn't get me a motorcycle, and you didn't get me a helicopter, then you obviously got me…"

She stops talking suddenly, and you look down, confused, but she's not there.

She's disappeared.

Gone.

Leaving you holding nothing but air in your arms.

And then you turn around to look for her and suddenly Amber's there, crying and hugging you and you do your best to push her away. "Where's Nina?" You ask, but she only shakes her head and follows you as you continue down the hallway.

You hear a sound in the guest room and smile in relief as you push open the door.

"There you are, Nin—"

But it's not Nina, it's Mara, and she runs over to you with open arms. You push her away, and she joins Amber in the process of following you.

And then Mick's hand appears on your shoulder and he's speaking to you but you don't listen, because all you really want is to find Nina and that's it.

So you push him away too.

You enter your bedroom and smile at he photograph of her on the bedside table. "Nina?" You call, and then turn around, because your followers haven't followed you in.

They're standing in the doorway, shaking their heads and crying and pointing at something at the floor and you turn…

It's Nina, asleep on the floor.

You smile and rush over to her, although for some reason you're moving in slow motion and loud music is resounding in your head and you don't know where it's coming from.

You reach her and try to shake her awake and there's a large splotch of red paint on her forehead and you can't figure out where it's from

Her eyes are open

You try to call Mick over for help but he's backing away, he's backing away, and the rest of them are too

You're so confused

You shake her again and again but she's still not moving,

she's still not moving,

but she's not asleep either.

She's dead.

She's dead.

He lands on the bed with a large thump and awakes, terror and then relief sweeping over him.

It was all just a dream.

Just a dream.

And to prove it he reaches with his hands to her side of the double bed and claws desperately at the cold covers, searching for her warmth.

His fingers close on nothing but empty air.