Cold air whips against my body as I run. My feet hit the ground in rhythm with the rain. The darkness is everywhere. It is inescapable.

"Vicki!" A blood-curdling scream from admits the blackness. I look to find the voice, but I can't see. Suddenly, lights flash on and swerve around, as if trying to find someone. Yells come from behind me, but I don't look back.

"Help" The voice cries. I run towards the sound, but with every footstep I take, it becomes fainter and fainter.

I run faster. The lights follow my every move. They never leave me. They stalk me. I can't shake them. The brightness of the light shines on my path ahead and shows what follows behind me.

I look down at my leg, which is swelling and covered in blood. I limp as I run, and I am slowing down. My energy is running out and I don't know how much longer I can go.

I don't know why I am even still going. A sense of fear is making me run, although I have no clear idea of what is behind me. Something is behind me and I know it. But maybe I am also running towards something.

I push on towards an unknown goal. My thoughts are jumbled. I am not thinking straight. I feel as if I might collapse any moment. I have no motivation to move on until-

"Vick!" I hear. The voice can only belong to one person.

Judd.

I run,screaming his name but getting no response. I keep moving, looking frantically until I see a man standing in my way. I keep running, but he does not move. He puts his hand out, and I run into him. I fall onto my back and struggle to get up. The man wears a GC uniform with the name Jonathan Ashmore on it. I step back in fear. It can't be.

It is the man who killed Chloe Williams.

I stare at his emotionless face until I hear a desperate plea for help, "Vicki, help me!"

I look behind Ashmore and see Judd laying on his back, panting heavily, fear in his eyes. Above him stands another man in GC uniform. It is Fulcire. He is standing atop of Judd, pointing a gun at his head. I try to go save him, but Ashmore grabs me. I struggle to get out of his grasp, but he is stronger than me. They smile at me. Fulcire laughs at Judd then-

I wake up in a cold sweat. Judd takes one look at me and knows. He doesn't say anything, but simply takes me into his arms and soothes me. I explain to him the nightmare that I had. He simply listens, nodding sympathetically.

"It's ok. It's all over. We are safe now. No more GC. Ok?" Judd says.

I look at him and reply, " I know it is over. But the memories aren't. "

Judd just smiles at me. " I know, but there were plenty of good memories. When it was you,me, Lionel and Ryan having dinner at my parents house. Studying and learning with Bruce. What about when we got married? Huh?"

I turn my head and let a slight smile slip onto my face. He is right. Why should I dwell on the bad memories when I can think about all the good things that happened. I don't answer. I just kiss him softly.

He laughs. " I'll take that as a yes."

"Yeah"

We talk more about the good memories and remember all the people we met and who helped us. The conversation eventually dwindles, and I fall asleep in Judd's arms, thinking about all the amazing things God did in my life.