"Scott," she cried. "Scott, help!"
The images were coming faster and faster. Faster and clearer and louder than before. The pain in her head was growing and growing.
"I don't…" she gasped.
"What is it? What's wrong? What's happening?"
"Scott, I can't…" she gasped again, as if air was becoming a problem.
Images and voices flooded her mind. A rose. A guitar. Candles and a dinner for two. Moonlit walks. Someone singing. Trying to comfort someone… Trying to comfort her? Feelings of pain and feelings of joy came rushing to her head. A locket. Soulful music. Tears of loss, and tears of happiness. Faster and louder. Faces that seemed so familiar without knowing anything about them at all.
A strangled yelp emitted from her throat.
"Help me." A whisper.
The images became a blur. Too fast to clearly see anything. And finally, one last image. His face. And then she plunged into darkness.