Suddenly, she was in the field again, running and running- smiling, laughing-

And Trey was there.

And her mother and her father and her sister-

Charolette and Amy-

Everyone was waiting for her, arms open and smiles all around her. A warm sensation ran up and down her body. Happiness.

It felt as if someone had ensured a promise of this to her. One that would last forever.

I want to feel forever.

But just like it appeared, it disappeared just the same.

The scene changed.

Darkness in the sky, rising smoke so outstanding Amelia thought she could actually smell it. As she approached the smoke a clearer image surfaced. A highway filtered with ambulances.

Her eyes widened, a hand flying to cover her mouth.

Fire.

A fallen tree.

A crumpled car.

And the smell of burning flesh.

The scene was all too real.

Amelia had finally remembered.

"Amelia…"

Is this truly heaven? Or had she been sent somewhere else?

"Amelia, are you okay..? Amelia!"

I am afraid.

"Open your eyes."

Amelia did.

Trey was pressed against her for support, one of his hands clutching her shoulder. The burly man lied next to them, shot in the head. The weapon, on the ground below Treys now empty hand.

She was alive.

He was alive.

A surge of emotion rippled through Amelia as she had realized something. She had wanted to live.

Her face crumpled and the sobs returned as Trey smiled at her.

Amelia wrapped her arms around Trey and squeezed. Forget being shy, forget the not knowing of touching properly- Amelia just wanted to hug him.

"Ow, ow- yes, you're okay, you're okay. We're okay." Trey's voice was trying to sound steady, but Amelia knew better. She quickly let go and looked down, pushing a few tears away. Her shirt was now stained with his blood.

"We need to get your wound healed, quickly." Amelia stated, standing and pulling him up as she tried to calm herself. Pulling him up, maybe a bit too harshly. Trey slipped back and hit the ground with a thud.

"Ouch! You have to be careful Amelia- He stabbed me!" His tone of voice was full of pain, his forehead creased and wet with sweat.

Something inside of Amelia snapped.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! So, so sorry!" The apology was sloppy and so much filled with sobs that all Trey could seem to do was laugh.

"Amelia, please. It's okay, it's okay." His hand was reached up, touching her cheek, wiping away tears. Amelia couldn't control her emotions.

She frowned through her unplanned spurts of emotion and tears- this was probably a terrible hassle to Trey as it was already.

"Hey, let's calm down alright? If you keep crying you're going to make me cry."

Amelia helped him to his feet, all of his weight suddenly on her as his arm wrapped around her shoulders.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

The tears ceased.

"Good girl." His praise, his ragged breath on her cheek, his eyes smiling at her. Amelia dragged him to one of the men's motorcycles with what little strength she could muster.

"We'll have to find medical supplies." She told him in a shaky voice that scared her, setting him down on the bike. Trey's hands flew up in disagreement.

"Hey,hey, you're not going to try to drive this thing, are you? With me on it?"

Amelia stared at him.

Trey shook his head and a small grin appeared.

"I can read you like a book."

Or you can point out the obvious, She countered in her thoughts. The attitude inside Amelia made her smile a little.

Amelia got on the bike and placed Trey's hands around her waist, even though his touch felt like fire on her skin.

"Hold on." She ordered. Amelia looked at all the different handles and functions and turned the ignition on. Lightly pressing on the gas, the bike lurched forward, earning a small surprised gasp from her. Trey grunted in pain, then gave her a reassuring squeeze that sent shivers up her spine.

"I'm fine. It's your first time, so don't sweat it alright? You can do this, I believe in you Amelia."

Amelia smiled.

Faith.

She could use some of that.