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It's dark and the floor is damp. She seems to have lost her shoes and she's not wearing any of her usual clothing. She tries looking down but can't see what it is that she's wearing. It's so dark. She desperately turns around trying to find a source of light, any light at all would do, even if it's just a glimmer; but all she sees is darkness.
"Toommm? Babe? TOM?" She calls out desperately. "Tom, babe please, where are you?" She's frantic now, images of her bloodied husband flash before her. She's stumbling now in the darkness.
"DAD!" She screams. "DADDY, PLEASE HELP ME!" She's crying, pleading. Why is it so dark? She wonders briefly. All she wanted to do was find Tom; now all she wants is her father and a light to combat the oppressive darkness closing in on her.
It's not the first time she's had this dream. She's had them for years, for as long as she can remember. It always starts the same, and it always end with her waking up in a silent scream. Only her father knew when it happened; Tom never noticed. But now there's something different about this dream. In this dream she's in strange clothing… barefoot and she feels something in the darkness that wasn't there before, now she feels movement within the darkness.
"Tom?" She calls out apprehensively. "Daddy?" This one comes out more hopeful, but there's only silence to answer her question. Lizzie stops dead in her tracks, trying to hear something… anything.
Suddenly she feels someone hugging her from behind. "Shhhh…" this person whispers soothingly in to her ear whilst nuzzling her neck. She can tell by the deep tone of the voice that it is a man. Her impulse is to turn around, but whoever it is has a firm but gentle hold on her. "Who are you? What do you want?" She knows that it isn't Tom. Tom has never held her like this before; even though it is chaste and innocent it holds a promise of more… erotically darker things, and Daddy's don't hold their daughters in such manner, so her father was out of the question.
She feels herself melting into this man, this man that isn't Tom, and it starts to frighten her. It frightens her that this strange man that she does not know, can affect her in such a manner with a simple embrace. She tries one last desperate attempt to pry herself free from this man, however comforting and warm he may be, but fails. He won't let her go.
"Answer me, Damn it! Who are you and what do you want?" She hears a chuckle and freezes with dread. She recognizes the sound. "No…" she says in a breathless terrified plea.
"Oh Lizzie. You, I want you," he answers while tightening his grip on her frame after each word.
Lizzie wakes up with a start, wide eyed and panicked, with a coiling sensation in her lower belly that she wasn't ready to neither acknowledge nor analyze at the moment. The grim sight of her husband hooked up to life support is what greets her as soon as she's opened her eyes with only one name in her mind and on the tip of her tongue:
"Reddington…"