Jenny opened her eyes in the passenger seat of Hawley's car. She could hear the roar of the engine and lights were screaming by at a high rated speed. Her head was pounding. She groaned and started to reposition herself into a more upright position.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Mills!"

The car swerved slightly off course into oncoming traffic and swung back just a quick. The blare of a car horn pitched down in the distance. Luckily it was still early enough to avoid full on morning rush hour. The jarring movement jump started her heart and the crawling feeling returned. Jenny put her hands on the dash as if she could control the car herself.

Jenny closed her eyes. "You wanna slow down before you kill us?"

"You were unconscious. I couldn't wake you up." He sounded frantic.

"Well, I'm fine so feel free to at least act sane."

The speed decreased yet the engine almost sounded disappointed it was forbidden to roar.

"I thought you were hurt. I thought it was just like Abbie." He noticed her hyperventilating. "Mills? What's going on?"

She put her hand up to her chest again wanting to stop the fear crawling inside her heart like ants on a dropped piece of candy. She gasped and curled into a ball. Hawley pulled over and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. She jumped and slapped it away.

"Sorry," she said. "I can't seem to control it."

"What can I do?"

She took a few deep breaths. "It was all a dream."

"What?"

"I saw Abbie. She told me it was a dream." She took a few more breaths and looked around. "How close are we to the hospital?"

"Not far."

"When did I pass out?"

"I showed you some pictures and then you went down. Don't you remember?"

"I remember things differently. You didn't sleep too?"

He thought back. "I don't know. Maybe. I vaguely remember stairs, strange noises, but then I was on the floor and you wouldn't wake up."

"It has to be that dust. It knocks you out and then the demon comes."

"Dust? Demons? Did you hit your head?"

One last deep breath and she uncurled from her ball of fear. "Get to Abbie, now."

He knew better than to argue and pulled back into traffic.

"What are we going to do about the people in those pictures?" he asked.

"I don't know. Just get to Abbie."

Abbie's eyelids fluttered before they opened. She saw a plain white ceiling. Her eyes shifted left, then right before she finally decided to sit up. She looked around the room. Certainly looked and smelled like a hospital room, a small TV, small bed, IV jammed into her hand. She took in a breath and listened to the increasing beeping of the monitors.

"Abbie?"

The beeping increased even more when she saw Crane's familiar face. He rushed to her side practically tripping over his feet and didn't stop moving until she was safely secure in his arms. She started shaking.

"I was so worried."

His grip was tight and registered in her mind as relentless. She struggled.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Get off of me." She pushed at him but he held on.

"What's wrong?"

Images of her dreams flashed in her mind. They were more real to her than her waking life. She didn't realize she was fighting the genuine article. Nothing was genuine anymore.

"Get away from me!"

She broke free and gave him a right cross to the cheek before heaving him to the floor with her legs. She ripped the IV out and jumped from the bed racing down a hall.

She could hear the demon in her head. His maniacal laughter echoed in her mind as she threw herself into a door that led to the stairwell. Her footsteps echoed her ascension.

Jenny and Hawley rounded the corner into Abbie's room and looked at the stunned Crane rising from the floor. Hawley quickly helped him up.

"Where is she?" Jenny's demanding voice did little to break him from his stunned silence.

He stammered. "She ran out that way."

"We just came from that way." Jenny darted out after her.

"C'mon," Hawley gave Crane a pat before chasing after Jenny.

They retraced their steps checking doors. They were all locked. Jenny saw the entrance to the stairs.

"This way." Jenny pushed through.

"Did she go up or down?" asked Hawley.

Jenny heard a faint click then darted up the stairs, both men at her heels.

"That could've been anything," said Hawley.

"It's her," she replied. "I know it is."

Jenny took the steps as quickly as possible skipping some whenever possible. She ran up until coming to the roof access door. It opened and shut on its own periodically with the wind. Her heart dropped.

"See," Hawley said out of breath. "Anything."

Jenny pushed by the door. To her complete horror, she saw Abbie standing on the edge of the building looking down at the street below.

"Abbie," Jenny said as calmly as she could manage. "What are you doing up there?"

"I still hear him."

"You're not dreaming anymore." She took a few tentative steps forward.

"But he's here."

Jenny glanced back at Crane before looking at Abbie. "That's not him."

Abbie spread her arms feeling the breeze in her hair and around her body. "I feel so free."

"You are." Jenny's voice cracked. "Please, Abbie. I don't want to lose you."

It was a standoff. Abbie looked around her environment. Nothing was too familiar, at least not as far as a personal connection. It all felt different. She took in a few deep breaths and felt a sense of calm wash over her before smiling back at her sister. Then she fell forward. Jenny screamed and darted after her, but she had only gone down to her knees. Jenny reached her just as her bare feet touched level ground.

"I don't want to lose you either," Abbie said.

The sisters embraced and fought back tears.

"Thanks for waking me," said Abbie.

"You'd do the same for me."

Jenny wrapped her arm around Abbie and they walked back to the stairwell together, but Abbie still shied away from Crane.