A/N: Apologies, this is awful but I am completely saddened by the lack of Spanna FanFiction because I am absolutely obsessed with the idea of them and I thought I would attempt to write something that has been in my head since seeing this particular scene.

I'm not entirely certain whether I will leave this as a one-shot or continue this, I guess that's up to you guys and what you think would be best!

This does contain slight spoilers for anyone who hasn't seen the season seven premier just yet.

"A dream is an experience. And an experience is real."

For a moment, just for a short moment, it felt as though she was really there. She could touch her, she could smell her and she could almost feel her breath on her face when she spoke. It felt real, and the words the other woman spoke felt as though they were words that would fall from those lips. But she knew that it was impossible, she was locked in a dark and empty place and Spencer was somewhere else. Perhaps she was with their friends, or perhaps she was with Caleb. Perhaps.

And there it was. That undeniable feeling of jealousy coursing through her veins at the thought of Spencer being near Caleb, because even though she was alone and she was scared, somehow that thought terrified her even more. For those who thought they knew her, and even the people who did know her, they would only see the jealousy and presume it was because Spencer had Caleb. Hanna only wished it could be that easy.

"Will you stay with me?" She whispered, looking at Spencer with more desperation than she thought possible, but that one word offered her something no one else could have in that moment. With Caleb, she felt safe but with Spencer, even dream Spencer, she felt at home. She felt comfort, safety, calmness and so much more, emotions that she would never be able to describe but the brunette could have with ease.

"Hush little baby, don't say a word..."

Her eyes closed, and her fingers held onto Spencer's leg, focusing completely and utterly on the song of choice that Spencer quietly sang to her. Fingers ran through her hair, and for the first time in the many hours since she had arrived in her idea of hell, she felt calm. Spencer wasn't real, and she knew that but the way it felt and the way she felt right then, it was the closest to real anything possibly could be.

Hanna didn't know how long it would be until she saw her friends again, if she ever saw them again. Perhaps this was going to be the last comfort she would ever receive in this world, and she was just glad it was someone she loved. She had the time to think about many things when she was alone, cowering and shivering on the ground after AD had come and gone, she had too much time on her hands to think about all the wrong things she had done. All the people she was hurting, she had hurt and the people she was probably going to hurt if she was ever going to leave the lonely place she had found herself in.

The last thing she would be remembered for, if Caleb had even told anyone, would be kissing her ex-boyfriend. The man her best friend was currently dating and that was something that kept Hanna going more than most things, she needed the chance to explain, to beg Spencer for forgiveness, to somehow make Spencer see that it meant nothing. He was her safety once upon a time, and she had just gone back to the same place she had been when she was just a scared eighteen-year-old girl who had no idea how damaged she was going to turn out to be.

She could pin point the exact moment she realised she had accidentally fallen in love with her best friend. Her best friend who just so happened to be a girl, and also a straight girl who ended up falling for the person Hanna had once thought would be a huge part of her future. It had been a moment much like the one she was imagining right then; her head in Spencer's lap as her fingers brushed through her hair and Hanna's eyes fell to a close. Spencer had sung to her then, but Hanna's hand had been tightly held in the brunette's own as both of them were so completely terrified of whatever was next for them.

The dollhouse was the beginning and Hanna didn't want this moment to be the end. But it would be so fitting, she had come full circle and still, Spencer would never know the true extent of her jealousy or her hatred for the way things had turned out. But, perhaps this was just the way things were meant to be, with Hanna gone and Spencer safe in Caleb's arms…

And then it was over.

Her eyes opened, the singing had stopped, the early morning light could be seen through the cracks in the derelict place she had woken up in just the day before. The warmth of Spencer's lap was gone and she was alone again and she had to make a decision. If there was a way in, there was a way out but how much did she really want to escape? What did she have left to run to?

The decision should have been a simple one – run and live, or stay and die but nothing was ever that simple.