Sam tore through the streets as fast as her legs would allow her to, turning this way and that with no clear direction in mind. She could hear their voices yelling her name as she became further and further out of their reach.

She had ended everything. The remembered walking into the water and waking up in this dream world, where by some miracle she had complete control of her movements instead of feeling as though she was watching her life play out before her on a screen. She also remembered something pulling her from the water just before she lost consciousness completely, but she could no more reach that outside world than she could stop running.

She glanced over her shoulder for a couple of seconds and noticed that they were falling further and further behind her, as though they were giving up the chase. In reality it wasn't just them she was running from, but what was behind them.

It was a sheet of nothingness that obliterated everything in its path: buildings, people, entire countries or continents if it so desired. It was killing every single spark of life in her mind, and so she turned and continued to run with the last piece of sanity she had left.

She could not control it on her own, even though she knew that it was part of her just as everything else here was. She had glanced through a few of the windows she had passed and seen quite a few old memories staring back at her as though they were happening as she was running. She'd seen a day at the beach with her parents before they had left, she'd seen the endless war stories her grandfather used to tell her acted out in front of her exactly how she had imagined them to be, and worst of all she had seen the first brother in the alleyway, and the second in the private hospital room.

She turned back once more and immediately noticed that she sheet was much closer than it was before, or more specifically it was much closer to the brothers. Sam turned back and stared in amazement as it rippled around them just as it did everything else before landing on them and destroying them completely.

She almost felt like smiling, and probably would have if she wasn't so terrified. As she turned back around to continue her journey one more she begun to settle on the conclusion that this was a fruitless attempt to escape what was in her own mind.

She could not outrun it, out think it or out smart it because it was a part of her, just as this place was. Whatever was causing her to be trapped in this seemingly endless nightmare was living in her mind just as she was, and because of that she could not stop it.

So instead she did the only thing she could do, she turned around and embraced the rippling folds of this thing.

It swallowed her in seconds, and for a moment she felt nothing except sheer cold. It was unrelenting, she tried to move but it had frozen every bone in her body, tried to scream but sound failed her.

The feeling was quickly banished by another, a jolting feeling. It was as though she was be struck by lightning over and over again, except she couldn't see the lightning only feel it on her chest.

This feeling in turn ebbed away, and Sam felt as though she was being forced back into another pocket of her mind. Once she reached her destination the darkness around her began to take shape and form something altogether a lot more colourful.

Sam had always heard the stories about how people put negative emotions and bad memories in a box in the back of their minds, but never really thought that the box could have materialised into a physical form. She stared around her at the machine gun fire whizzing over her head and look over at the alleyway, hanging there suspended with the exact appearance it had had just before she was attacked.

As she continued to watch she saw herself being shoved into it by him, and saw him push her onto the ground. She turned away at the point and covered her ears, not wanting to hear her cries or the machine gun fire a second longer.

Suddenly a new sound joined the midst, loud enough to blight any of the other sounds; or rather they seemed to fade away as soon as it had started.

Sam felt her eyes snap open at this sound and she wheeled around to see where it was coming from. She could see herself as a child running around in a playground, and a few of her old friends crossed in and out of the memory before everything changed once more.

The brothers were standing some distance away, staring at the memory also. They weren't a part of it; they were simply observing along with her. They seemed to be laughing along with the children, though no sound came out of her mouths.

Sam frowned a little. Why could a positive memory be wrapped up in all the negative ones that exist here?

Suddenly more memories started to appear around her. She recognised many and some she had not called upon in a long time. They were both positive and negative, and the box they were filling as being forced to expand as it struggled to fit them all.

Sam found herself standing in the playground watching as the children ran around in front of her when another shock took hold of her and forced her to the ground.

Again she could feel it in her chest, like a million lightning bolts were being threaded around her body.

The box began to disappear and its contents was fading along with it. Sam was alone once more.

Another electric shock took hold of her and she felt unconscious in her mind, as well as her body.

"Charge to 360!"

"Clear!"

Sam's body jerked upwards before falling onto the trolley in the ambulance for the seventh time. Tom quickly felt her neck for a pulse while Tess pumped more air into her lungs.

"We have output!" Tom shouted triumphantly. "It's very weak but we still have output!"

There was a cheer in the crowded ambulance as they raced to the nearest hospital, several with red blankets wrapped around them.

"We're not out of the woods yet people" Jordan warned as her heart rate began to falter.

"We won't give up on her, Zoe." Linda said to the ashen figure cradling Sam's hand while Dixie held a blanket around her. "I promise."

Massive thanks to everyone who's reading this story and thank you so much for the kind words… Seriously you guys are the best :)

Your ideas about what's going to happen next are really interesting… Please keep those coming they're giving me a good idea of how well I'm writing the mass off jumbled up ideas that's called my 'plan'.

Ok So I've read everyone's comments about the Dylan situation and I just want to clarify: this isn't going to turn into a Sam/Dylan romance thing, I think there are enough of those at the moment. It will probably be a fairly minor part but he will be included at a later date thanks to the majority of you wanting him to make an appearance.

Retardedfish97: The 'Sam was gone' thing was just to end the chapter and I meant gone as in out of their sight line not gone as in dead…Well maybe not yet anyway… Sorry if that was a little unclear :)