Zorro just stood there for a moment, staring at Bernardo. "Bernardo? You..You're alright?" He stated more than asked. Bernardo smiled and nodded. "Where were you?" Zorro asked. Bernardo signed that he had been tied up to a tree near the horses, about a foot out of the light of the campfire. "How did you get free?" Zorro queried. Bernardo held up a small rock. Zorro laughed and gave his friend a hug. Emera stood up and dusted herself off. "Wow. Never did I think so much would come from getting hit by a truck! Sword fights, secret passages, hidden caves, and more, I'm sure." She smiled, "I guess that's what I get for thinking." Bernardo looked at Zorro. "She knows everything." Zorro said. "Wait…No I don't! You can hear?" She asked. Bernardo nodded. "Oh, well, this just keeps getting better, doesn't it?" Emera mused. "Si, it does." Zorro replied, flashing a grin. Suddenly, a shot rang out. Emera felt a flash of white-hot pain run through her left side. Emera knew she'd been shot. Looking around, she saw Sam starring at her, before she fell.
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Emera shot up in her bed. "What's wrong?" She heard someone ask. Looking to her left, she saw Diego. "Diego! I was afraid you'd get hurt! Are you ok?" She asked. "Where's Bernardo?" He just looked at her. "Diego? Bernardo? Emera, who are you talking about?" Emera looked at the man she thought was Diego. It was her neighbor, Mike. "Mike..wait, what am I doing here? Where are Diego and Bernardo? Where am I?"
"You're in the hospital because you got hit by a truck on Friday. It's Sunday, or actually, Monday morning right now. I don't know who Diego and Bernardo are." Emera slowly laid back down. "It couldn't have been a dream." She said, shaking her head. "What time is it, Mike?" Emera asked. "Uh, just about one in the morning." Mike replied. "Look, why don't you go back to sleep?" He suggested, yawning. "I'll watch t.v to put me to sleep. I'm too confused to sleep right now." Emera said, noticing the television hanging in her room. "Alright…You know, you really had us scared." Mike said. Emera smiled an apologetic smile. "Sorry." She replied. "No worries…but never do that again. Good night." Mike said, falling asleep. "G'night, Mike." Emera whispered. "How could that all have been a dream?" She asked aloud, not expecting an answer. She didn't get any. Emera sighed, picking up the remote by her bed and turning the television on. The first thing she heard was a song: "Out of the night, when the full moon is bright…" Emera couldn't help but smile as the show started. "It wasn't just a dream." She said.