Sally found herself surrounded by fog, the sand forming between her toes told her she was on the beach, but that was the only indication. There wasn't even a sound of the waves rolling in; the salty air was missing as well as the breeze. She continued to stand completely still until she woke up again; this was just a dream and she was fully aware of it, so she kept her breath shallow and said nothing. Even though she knew this was her subconscious she could feel someone watching her. The same being that attacked her at the reservoir, she was not sure how she knew that, but it was the very same. That is why she supposed the fog was around her, to protect her from it.

She looked down at her watch , well it really belonged to Watch, two minutes had passed and she was still in her dream; this was the longest she had been there since the attack. That means that in the woken realm she could have been out for almost a day. This was becoming much more tedious than she wanted to dedicate. That was one thing about Sally; she really wasn't one for patience. She felt what she described as the "anger stick" beginning to kindle. It starts at her chest and burns to the bottom of her stomach, she usually doesn't let it burn passed the halfway point; the few times it had no one was around to see the destruction.

A chill hit her back and she felt all her hairs spike, fear, Sally refused to feel fear. It was, in truth the one thing she was afraid of. You can fight darkness with light, but fear can crawl inside of you and grow until it takes over. So she usually lashed out and became a sarcastic vile human being. It turned her into something she wasn't and was thankful her friends could see through it, most of the time.

Then the voice came. The low and mellow vibrato spoke into her ear; "Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. We are victims because of the circumstances." A figure formed in front of her and a male her age came into view as the fog cleared, he looked at her with striking honey brown eyes, her eyes were stinging from the fire burning inside of her. She heard her thoughts speak, "You don't get to use him. Anyone else…be anyone else, I don't care, but not him." The tall boy laughed, "You aren't speaking to your subconscious genius."

"You aren't him." She spoke out loud.

"Yes Sara I am."

"Stop it." The stick had burned passed halfway and she was about to explode, beat her as much as they want, but never ever hit the emotion nerve. There was a rage inside of her that she suppressed due to the fear of anyone seeing it, it even freaked her out to see what she was capable of. "Ok fine. You're Tim," she said trying to calm her, "what the hell are you doing here? What is all of this about? Why was I attacked at the reservoir?" he smiled and in a flash he was directly in front of her, she forgot how tall he was, she now fit right under his chin, when before she was fit halfway up his arm.. "Sara, my sweet sweet Sara, this is what you wished for?"

"No I didn't."

"Think back, far back when Ann Templeton left. Your original wish." The stability in her head vanished, this couldn't be…" no" she responded, "this has something to do with the past and the moon." The words she spoke seemed to not make since to Tim. He caressed her cheek, he certainly felt real. "The curse of the Wilcox family…we all must suffer."

In a jolt she woke in her bed surrounded my her pillows and blankets, the sky was dark, she took deep breaths to calm her heart and her head. Pain in her abdomen was white hot, causing momentary dots in her eyes. Anger fueled through her once again, she threw her blanket away from her and got up from bed, and she threw her hair up from with a hair tie she grabbed from her vanity. She needed space, so much space. The room was hot even though she could feel the cold air blowing from the vents; sweat evacuated her pores trying to sooth her.

"Sally," a sweet voice spoke from her window, she remembered Tim's voice in her dream, it wasn't his, the voice that came from that stranger was deep and dripping with distain, this was warm and soothing. She glanced and saw Watch in her window seal book in hand, it was Alexander's journal; she meant to read that. She shook her head wondering why she never got the chance before. "Some dream huh?" he asked staying put, she knew that he was taking special care with her; could he sense the burning fury flowing through her? She stopped and tried to smolder the fire but the pain from her broken body kept her from it. "SO.." he continued pretending like nothing was wrong, "You have been out for about…" he glanced at his watch, " eighteen hours, that's longer than the hospital princess. I put the pillows around you so you wouldn't move much, but you seemed relatively comfortable." He stood and she could see his pale face fully, he looked utterly exhausted, but when he reached her he gave her that smile that makes all the pain go away. Her body began to cool and the burning subsided, it was extraordinary that he could do that with just a simple smile.

"Thanks," she responded with a sigh thankful for the release, "but when is the last time you slept?" she asked touching the dark circles under his right eye, "you look terrible."

"Yeah well, my best friend was not doing very well and I couldn't very well abandon them." Her stomach growled in hunger making them both laugh. "I think miss Sally you may need some food and maybe a bit of coffee?" As soon as he said it she could practically smell the sweet aroma circling the air. "Oh my god yes!" she exclaimed, "but first I really need the bathroom."