She walked down a long dark hall with doors on either side. The crescent moon rose higher in the sky, deepening the shadows. But while she glanced into each room she passed, she never faltered on her way to the door at the far end of the hall.
As she neared the door, it swung open to reveal a figure sprawled on its back across the floor. She sped up, hoping the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach would amount to nothing. But she soon saw that her bad feeling had cause to be there.
"No," she whispered, falling to her knees beside the still form.
"No, Michael, please," she moaned, cradling his body against her, "please, don't leave me, MICHAEL!"
Selene sat straight up in bed, biting her lip to prevent a scream that would inevitably awaken Michael. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
'Relax Selene,' she told herself, 'it was just a dream. Michael's fine.'
"Selene?" Michael asked softly, as if he had heard her thoughts about him.
"I'm alright, it was just a nightmare."
