I don't know what look overtook my features, but it was enough for his eyes to widen and his face to mar with fear as he wrapped his arm around my lower back. It was good that he did because I'm sure that I would have fallen over if he hadn't.

"Shit…"

His eyes weakened and closed and his arm wrapped more around me to pull me into his chest where I readily hid my face. Tears instantly soaked through his shirt accompanied by harsh sobs. No…this couldn't be happening, it wasn't happening. My hands gripped at his shirt tightly, but my strength was nothing in comparison to what it would be in the future. No…no it was nothing in comparison to what it was now…Kale wasn't the future, he was the present!

Though he was lightly shushing me and running his fingers through my hair, it did nothing to soothe me down and soon I was beating against his chest with a tight fist. He merely sat there and let me do so, showing no signs that I was hurting him at all, though I doubted that I was from how weakly my fist was moving.

"….no….no, you're lying to me!"

I tried to pull back so I could run, I didn't know where I'd run, with how desperate I was I'm sure that I could have made it all the way to Maine without stopping if that's what it took to see him again. But his arm locked around me, not letting me get away,

"N-No…Shana you need to calm down-"

"I-I don't need to calm down! Y-You let me go!"

His face lowered into my hair and I could feel his unsteady breathing through my hair…it seemed like he was crying. Why was he crying? He hadn't just had his entire world ripped away from him! I had! But the sound of his voice showed me just how exhausted he was; as if this was something he was used to but was slowly starting to become tortured from…

"W-Why do you keep having this dream?"

What in the world was he talking about? Still, I was affected by that voice…a voice that seemed to be begging someone, anyone that would listen.

"W-What dream? I-I'm not having a dream…"

But was I? Oh please let it be a dream…

"Y-You keep dreaming it…th-they'll never let you out if you keep insisting it's real…baby please…"

Baby? Baby? I quickly shook my head and used every ounce of strength that I had to rip away from him and run to my door, but it was locked. Why was my door locked? What was going on? My head tipped up and I saw a small square window in my door…why was there a window in my door?

"O-Open the door! Open the goddamned door!"

But it was no use, even after I kicked at it and punched until my knuckles were raw, I knew there was no way I'd be able to get it to budge. I quickly moved to my still open window but my breathing cut short as I moved under the curtains and looked out…expecting to see the next door neighbor's house and being met with a wall not even a foot away.

My hands reached out through the window and my fingers only met with the wall. Even as I pushed at it in hopes that it would give way, I was met with the horrible realization that it was solid, concrete, sturdier even than the door. My sleeve was forced back when it ran along the window's edge and my eyes fell on the plastic wristband that acted more like a handcuff than an actual identification band.

"Please don't try and pull it off this time…"

I quickly spun around and he was standing directly behind me, eyes weak and begging, probably about as tortured as mine were as he reached out to brush my hair back, but I flinched away from him.

"Where did you put me…wh-what the hell did you do?"

My hand quickly slapped across his cheek right over the scar, but I didn't feel guilty, not even when he let his head be turned from the hit…but there were tears streaming from his own eyes, and my heart did ache when I saw them fall into the scar. I had to move my eyes away, but they flickered to the door as it opened. A man dressed all in white was standing there, filling over half of the doorway with his height and muscle. I knew him…!