When she was awake, she was miserable, knowing he wasn't there. Dreaming, she was happy. She twisted the cap, over and over, the child-lock not loosening its grasp until she shouted in frustration and shoved against it with all her might.
One, two, three four five… she lost count as the little caplets poured out like a tiny waterfall, collecting all around her, between her legs, onto the floor, all around… Water, too, materialized itself in her hand and she reached frantically for the first pill of many. Everywhere she put her hand seemed to be empty, but she could see them swarming around her…
"MJ, please stop!" It was Peter's voice again, more frantic this time than ever before. "This isn't how the MJ I know would want to go."
"But I'm awake!" She screamed, looking all about the room for the source of the sound. "You're dead, and I'm awake!"
"Please, MJ, stop this," and there he was, looking up at her from the picture album, his face a mask of worry and heartache. She picked it up, holding it close to her face.
"I can't stop it, you're making this all happen! Stop it, Peter!" she cried, and noticed that her cheeks were wet.
"Please, MJ. Just wake up," his voice broke, and she could tell-why couldn't she see? -that he was crying. "Wake up! Just… Just wake up!"
And the world was spinning around her, Peter's voice fading away, the sound of the pills falling echoing a thousand times in her ears.
"I can't! I can't wake up, I'm already…"
And everything was dark.