"I've never heard of anything like that before," Ben said as he gave her hug. All four of them were standing near the entrance if the venue. Gwen convinced Sara to tell Ben and Kevin what she had just revealed to her about her dreams. "I mean me and Gwen have visions sometimes, but nothing like this."

Kevin asked, "What all have you seen...before it happened?"

"When my mother was diagnosed with cancer, when she died, when I got the phone call about my dad and sister..." She started to tear up, and Ben pulled her close again. "It's like I'm terrified that at any moment something else bad will happen, and like I knew it was gonna happen. If I could only remember before the moment..."

"It's ok babe, it's not your fault," Ben said to try to comfort her. He couldn't stand to see her like this.

"Well it can't always be bad things you see. Just like you saw the bouquet tonight," Gwen interjected, trying to make her feeling better.

"They're not always bad, but it's just a continuous thing. I mean it's just a constant feeling I have all the time...like I've lived my whole life before." She couldn't stand the way they were all looking at her, though she didn't mind the way Ben was holding her. "Can we just talk about this later? We're bridesmaids. We can't just leave the wedding like this," she said to Gwen as she dragged her back inside. The boys reluctantly followed.

Later that night, Ben and Sara were getting ready for bed. They hadn't really spoken much since her revelation, but he had managed to talk her into a few dances with him. She got into bed first, and held on to a pillow to separated their sides of the bed. She was in deep thought, though she did lose focus when she saw him taking his shirt off. He laid on his side and looked at her. "You ok?" he asked. She just shrugged her shoulders. "It had to have been hard keeping a secret like that for so long."

"I actually feel a little bit better about it. Maybe I should have told Gwen a while ago. But it's hard to explain something that you mostly don't remember till you're in the moment."

"Mostly? You mean you remember some?"

"Well, there are only a few dreams that I actually remember, and that's only because I have them all the time. But mostly I wake up and remember either a person or an object or place that I saw, but I can't fill in any details till it happens in real life."

"Tell me about the ones that you remember." Ben asked as he reached for her hand.

"Well...there's one where I'm looking at a tv screen. It's like I'm looking into outer space or something cause I see the moon up close. I see this huge explosion, and I feel all this pain cause I know I've lost someone that I care about. Then there's another one where...someone is...umm..." She looked up to see his beautiful green eyes looking at her, urging her to continue. "I'm getting raped." He didn't look surprised.

"That explains the gun in your purse."

"You went through my pocketbook?"

"I was looking for a piece of gum this morning when you were in the shower. You mad?"

"No, I don't care. I got it when I turned 21. I figured maybe I remembered that dream for a reason...like maybe I can prevent it."

"Smart girl...do you remember the person who...does..."

"No, I wish I did, I would so be on the look-out for the guy."

"Damn, I was ready to be looking out for him, too...Are they the only ones you remember?" One look at her, and he knew there was more. "Tell me, please Sara," he begged her as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"There is one more...it's about you."

"You had a dream about me?"

"Yea...repeatedly. You're like floating and hooked up to all these wires and IVs. Your eyes are open and you know what's going on, but it's like you can't move or say anything cause this huge thing is over your mouth. That's all I remember."

"Yikes. That's really scary sounding."

"I know," she replied. "You think I'm weird don't you?"

"Not at all."

"Swear that's not why you've been so nice to me today."

"Are you kidding me? You're awesome, not weird." The look on her face told him she wasn't convinced. "I mean, you're fun...and smart...and sweet...you laugh at my jokes, I love it when you smile...I mean, I like you."

"Really? Even though I just told you I have weird dreams about you?"

"Yea. I've liked you for a while, too."

She smiled at him. "I like you, too, Ben."

He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "Good. Does that mean I can take you on a date this week while I'm at home?"

"You have the week off?" He nodded. "Sure. Maybe you can help me find a place to live?"

"Where?"

"In Bellwood. I'm teaching at one of the high schools starting the end of August."

"I didn't know that. I'm surprised you're not living with my aunt and uncle."

"Well, they told me I could, but let's be honest, I've been on my own since I was 17, so the thought of living with adults kinda sucks."

"I totally get that," he replied, and then had a great idea. "I actually know a place where you can live."

"Where?"

"It's liked three houses down from my parents'. It's mine."

"You have a house? I thought you stayed with your parents when you came home."

"I do stay with them because I've never done anything to that house. It's just sitting there, not being lived in. You'd be doing me a favor by living there."

"I mean...would we be roommates or something?"

"What? No! Like I ever come home anyways. Besides, my parents would prolly kill me if I lived with my girlfriend. I would still stay with them when I come home."

"Girlfriend?"

Damn, did I really say that?, he thought to himself. "Uh...a girl...that's a friend...I mean, prolly any girl in general...they would disapprove of me and any girl living together," he stammered out.

"Uh huh, I see," she said smiling at him. "Take me by there tomorrow?"

"Sure. I think you'll like it."

She leaned over the pillow separating them and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for being so sweet this weekend. You're pretty awesome, too," she whispered in his ear, referring back to what he had said about her earlier in the conversation. He grabbed her face and pulled her lips to his. When they separated, she laid back on her pillow, keeping her eyes on him. One look at her and he knew she wouldn't say no to anything he tried. On impulse, he threw the pillow between them to the floor, pulled her into his arms, kissed her lips again, then her forehead. He decided to leave it at that for the night. He didn't want her to wake up and think it was a mistake.

"Nite, Sara," he told her, holding her close, putting his hands in her hair. "I hope you have sweet dreams tonight."

"Nite, Ben."