After eating a wonderful dinner, Melinda and Jim were sharing the duty of washing dishes. Standing side by side at the sink, Jim looked at Melinda as she dried one of the plates with a dishtowel.

"I can get the rest of these if you wanna go lie down." He told her.

"It's okay." Mel said. "They'll be done quicker this way and then we can watch a movie together."

They continued the job in silence, and Jim was just putting the last of the dishes away when Melinda looked towards the window, her eyes widening in fear. The glass was fogged up, and there were words written on it as if by someone's finger: Time is running out.

"Do you see that?" Melinda asked Jim, her voice shaky.

"What?" Jim looked over in alarm. Following her gaze, he looked at the window, but he saw nothing. "Mel, what is it?"

In a flash, a scene played out before Melinda's eyes.

She was in a hospital room. Several doctors and nurses surrounded her bed, wearing scrubs and masks, their faces registering fear and panic.

"Her BP is dropping!" One of the doctors yelled. "We're losing her."

A voice she recognized as Jim's came from somewhere behind the doctors. "What's going on?! Mel?"

Suddenly the monitor by her bedside let out a long, endless beep.

"Code blue! We need a crash cart, now!" The doctor shouted.

"No." Jim cried. "No! Mel!"

Melinda snapped back to reality and found herself sitting on the floor in Jim's arms, her head resting against his chest.

"Mel!" Jim called.

Melinda took a deep ragged breath, and looked up at him. His eyes were wild with concern as he looked her over.

"What happened? Are you okay?" He asked anxiously.

"I… I had a vision." Mel replied weakly.

"What kind of vision?"

Mel looked down. Should I tell him? She wondered.

"Mel? What did you see?" Jim asked again.

Fifteen minutes later, Jim and Melinda were sitting together on the couch. Melinda was holding a cup of tea with both hands, her legs crossed Indian-style. She'd finally stopped trembling, but she exhaled a long shaky breath and shuddered as she thought about the vision again. Jim noticed, and his arm was instantly draped around her back, offering some comfort.

"Mel…" Jim said, looking at her in a combination of sadness and fear. "I'm really trying to stay calm here, but…" He tried to choose his words carefully. "Are you sure…?" Very carefully. "Your visions haven't always been right. Have they?"

"99.9% of the time." Melinda replied quietly.

Jim looked down and shook his head. "I refuse to accept that." He said.

"Accept it or not, there's a good chance that it will happen."

"But why?" Jim looked at her, his eyes shining with pain.

Melinda's own eyes filled with tears and she absently shook her head and shrugged, unable to offer him an answer. He took the teacup from her hands and set it on the coffee table before he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly.