"John? Marguerite?" Veronica called through the tree-house. "Challenger? Finn?" she was desperate, shouting as she now ran. "Oh my God!" she stopped, covering her mouth, then quickly turning to vomit. "Ned…" she managed out in barely a whisper.
There in front of her, her friends hung, limply, by the rafter where their group photo hung also. Their necks were all broken sickly bent, and bleeding. All dead, all gone forever.
Her greatest fear… come to reality… again. She was once again… alone.
"A-A-H-H-H-H-H-H-H! Oh my God!" Veronica shot up, she had fallen asleep on the sofa. "Please be there…" she whispered tip-toeing through the tree-house. She peeked into every room. Roxton, Marguerite, Challenger, and Finn were all safe in their beds.
She made her way back to her bedroom, she slowly climbed into bed.
"Where were you? I missed you." Malone mumbled without opening his eyes, he wrapped a sleepy arm around her stomach and cuddled close to her.
Yes all was right in her world. And she would never be alone again, it was just a terrible, terrible nightmare.