"Danny! Danny please wake up! Please! Please!" I tightened my hold on his shirt as tears streamed down my face. "Danny you have to wake up! Please!"
All of a sudden I felt myself pulled out of the dream. My instincts kicked in when I felt someone touch my arm and my foot lashed out and kicked them. I opened my eyes as I heard the thud of someone hitting the floor.
I swung my legs over the side and looked down towards the floor and saw Uncle Miles flat on his back with the wind knocked out of him. I winced. Oops.
"Are you ok Miles?" I said as I kneeled on the floor next to him. "I'm sorry" I looked at the floor as the tears came.
I heard him sit up and then felt his arms slide around me pulling me into his chest as I finally broke down. He rubbed my back as I cried for the first time since I watched Monroe's men kill Danny.
He held me as I let it all out. After two years of waiting he watched as it finally happened.
It'd been two years since we had turned the power on. Everyone but Charlie had cried at Danny's funeral. Miles had listened night after night from down the hall as the nightmares came. Waiting for her to finally let it all out. To finally believe he wasn't going to walk in the door.
And he held her as she finally did.