The days events rushed around in her head, the images, the conversations, the thoughts - all mixed up and merged into one. She'd been dreading the dreams, but she knew they'd come. And sure enough, they did.

Again she was standing over Des's body, so still and lifeless. She knelt beside him, taking his hand, the world around them disappeared and they were alone in the darkness.

Des's eyes flickered open. He looked at her

"Shee..." He whispered

She didn't say anything, she knew she was dreaming, so having a conversation with him seemed a little pointless.

"What?" He asked

She stared at him intently and sighed

"You're dead" She laughed weakly, something seemed so ironic about the whole situation

"I know" Came the reply

Sheelagh was quite taken aback, for some reason she'd expected some kind of denial, shock, disbelief, anything but 'I know'

"I don't know why I'm talking to you, I know this is a dream" She muttered to herself, but loud enough that Des could hear. She also wondered if he could read her mind, after all it was a dream, and they were hardly renowned for the rationality.

"So you'd rather be awake, and never be able to talk to me again?" He asked, a pensive scowl coming over his face like a dark, distant storm cloud rolling in.

Sheelagh wasn't sure what she wanted, it wasn't something she'd contemplated until now.

"Des... I don't know....I" She said shaking her head and not raising her eyes from the ground

She turned to walk away, in her heart she knew she wanted Des there but her mind was screaming at her to let go, talking to ghosts would only hurt her more.

The front door slammed shut, waking her with a start. She sat bolt upright in the darkness, listening intently to someone moving in the hall. She was fear stricken and unable to move.