Who wants to kill me?

"Muuuuuum", Bridgette was sitting bolt upright in her bed. It took her some instants to realize that she wasn't at home. Marie stretched her head direction her sister but it seemed that she was still asleep. Suddenly Bridgette could hear footsteps coming closer. "What's up", Ariel entered slightly annoyed and drowsy the bedroom. She almost stumbled over the many toys until she reached Bridgette. Angrily she crossed her arms. "I had a nightmare. We need to warn mum and dad. They're in danger", the little girl whispered. "Mum and dad are at the hospital, which is a very secure place, in my opinion. No need to worry, they're okay and daddy will be better soon", Ariel wasn't mad at her sister anymore. If it comes to spooky dreams she understood her sibling's reaction. "Do you want me to tell the dream anyway", she offered. In the shallow light of the moon Ariel could see her sister trembling. She caressed her arm and tried to calm her down. Bridgette took a deep breath and started telling her vision.

"Mum was closed up in a frightful but sun-drenched room. Then came a doctor and wanted to hurt her. He tried to hit her and threw her on the floor. Afterwards he said that he needs to complete this mission and kill Allison. Why would he want to kill Mum?" her eyes filled with tears. "Maybe you just ate too much cake", Ariel wasn't quite sure if she should tell her mother about Bridgette's nightmare, after all, they're Dubois women whose curse is to have extra sensorial skills.

"Can't we phone her now?" Bridgette asked. "We should ask aunt Amanda about the time difference", Ariel stood up while calling after her aunt. Amanda looked strange in her bath robe and with curler in her hair. If the eldest daughter wasn't wrong she could spot some green color on Amanda's face. It sure was a mask to keep her skin young and fresh.

"Bridgette would like to phone mum. Do you think they're reachable?" she wondered and grasped her handy. "I don't know. Girls it's 4 am, what on earth makes want to call your parents. That is absurd. This is the last time I take care of you. You're straining my nerves!"

"Never mind", Ariel dialled her mother's number. It jingled a couple of times until Allison took the phone.

"Hello", she said.

"Hey, Mum. I know it's early in the morning but Bridgette had a nightmare and she wanted me to warn you. It is all about a doctor who wants to kill you."

Allison gulped. "He wants to kill me. Did he say my name?", her mother asked. "He said 'I need to complete this mission and kill Allison'".

"What did the doctor look like? Ariel it is very important", she got a form of panic. "She didn't tell, I think she couldn't remember his face" Ariel smothered a yawn. "Maybe the vision repeats itself. If so I'm going to warn you. Bye, Mum."

"Give Bridgette and Marie a kiss, bye", Allison hung up.

Chase checked the infusion. Allison's condition improved but she was still too week to go downstairs and visit her husband. "What happened yesterday?" she wanted to know. Chase was a bit surprised. He turned around and fixed her eyes. "You got unconscious because of an over reaction. The last thing you said was 'he is here' and then you collapsed. We checked your blood, there was nothing blazingly. We arranged a CT in two hours, which might be informative." Allison nodded but when Chase unintended touched her hand her mind started to form pictures.

It was the same vision she had while observing Cameron. Now she knew that the man on the couch was Chase himself.

Allison could see him standing next to a bed. His overall was covered with blood and his eyes were cold as ice, every emotion had left his body.

The pictures changed and showed Chase hugging an elderly man, probably his father. She felt that something was wrong with this image but couldn't figure out what.

"Mrs. Dubois, is there any trouble? Do you feel dizzy again?" Chase bowed down to her. "No. I'm fine. I just have a question", she continued and hoped that the smart blonde doctor would wait. "Anything you wish", he simpered a little.

"Have you ever lost a patient?" she asked. Chase looked around to affirm that they were alone. "I did. I lost a young woman. I was very absent – minded, I had just lost my father and couldn't concentrate on my task." He coughed slightly. "You only lost one patient during so many years of being a doctor? That is a huge success. You can tell me the truth, Dr. Robert Chase. There is something that bothers you and you didn't dare to tell anyone, am I right?" she lifted an eyebrow.

Chase who usually was a blithesome and lively man backed down. He wanted to reply but right then 13 entered the room. "That is none of your business, okay. You're not my psycho therapist" he almost yelled and ran out of the chamber.