John nodded to Antonio as they opened the front doors of the building with their guns drawn before entering. As they walked in the front doors slammed behind them and they looked at each other as if asking what the next step was. There was a door to the right and to the left, John thought for a moment and went towards the right, checking the door to see it was locked.

"What are you doing?" whispered Antonio as he checked his door and it was locked also.

John shook his head at the memory of his dream, "Nothing—just a hunch. So now what, Haver?" he called as suddenly a curtain went up in front of them and Haver stood there on the other side behind a piece of glass—grinning at the two men below him.

"Alright, let's have a show of hands—who missed me? Nobody? Well, I'm hurt. So here's your job, Johnny boy—you have 2 minutes before I set this place on fire—I guess it'll be pretty hard to get out of here in five, so you get to choose—Natalie or Caitlyn? You can only be a hero to one John—take your pick," he said as they heard the doors unlock and John went running—he wasn't sure if Antonio had followed him or was going through the other door to find Haver, but he kept running.

Almost there he could hear Caitlyn calling his name and a shiver went up his spine at remembering this part of the dream from before. "Natalie," he called out.

"John?"

"Hey—I'm coming," he said running towards her door—smoke beginning to fill the room. "It's locked," he said as he tried to kick it open with no luck. When his foot hit the ground he heard something slide behind him.

"John?" she coughed on the other side.

"Hey—I found some keys. Give me a minute."

"It's—getting—hard—to—breathe," she coughed out.

"I need to you to remain calm, Babe," he said as he fumbled with the keys trying one after another. "Hey—remember when we were at that small hotel in the middle of nowhere? What was it you kept calling it?" he asked with a laugh, figuring this would keep her calm.

"I called it The Bates Motel," she laughed as she listened to him try one key after another. "I seriously don't know what you saw in that place when you looked it up online," she said as she remembered why he took there in the first place. It had been mid-October last year, right around the one year mark of Cris' death and he had realized what she was feeling so he had taken her on a secret weekend getaway. When they had reached the place they found out they were the only guests in a small Upstate New York Inn that hadn't been updated since the early 1970's.

"Ok, I made a small mistake in picking out a place by looks alone—I made up for it with our honeymoon though," he laughed while thinking about the place, "I remember you wouldn't let me leave you alone in that room—not even for a second," he laughed as he felt the door click and he breathed a sigh of relief, coughing instantly afterwards. "Ok Nat—I'm going to open the door, but it's pretty smoky out here so I want you to cover your mouth with your shirt sleeve."

"Ok," she said as he opened the door and she hugged him tightly. "I was so scared."

"I know, so was I," he said as he pulled her back and they began walking out.

"John," said Antonio as he came around the corner.

"Where's Haver?"

"He's not a problem. Let's get out of here," said Antonio as he took Natalie's side.

"Wait—take her out, I've got to get Caitlyn," said John as he coughed some.

"No, it's too late—this place is going to be burning in a minute. Come on John," said Antonio as he grabbed Natalie's arm.

"John," she said softly as she turned to see him through the smoke.

John could see the fear in her eyes. "Hey—it's ok. I'll be right behind you all, I promise," he said giving her a kiss and a nod to Antonio before he turned and went off in the other direction.

Natalie didn't budge as Antonio moved, "Can we wait for him?"

"No, let's go—he'll be right behind us remember? You'll see him when he comes on," said Antonio as he took her arm and lead her out of the maze of smoke, mirrors, and fake doors. But Natalie didn't see John come out—halfway to the door the smoke overcame her and Antonio had to carry her the rest of the way.

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Natalie opened her eyes slowly to see she was now in a hospital bed. She looked around slowly and saw the room had some flowers on a table though nobody was around. Voices outside the room caught her attention and she sat there listening to them.

"Poor thing," said one woman quietly. "Did you know she lost her last husband not even two years ago? He gave up his life to save her and now this."

"That's awful—and now for it to happen again."

"I guess it would have helped if she hadn't lost the baby--."

"NO!" screamed Natalie as she sat straight up in the bed from the dream. She looked next to her to see John waking up from her screaming. "John."

"Hey, I'm right here," he said as he jumped up from the chair and went to sit down next to her on the bed. "Are you ok? Do I need to get Michael?" he asked as he ran his hands over her hair.

"No, I just—I had a dream that it was happening again. That I lived and my husband died—damn it John! You could have been killed tonight by not leaving the building when we did!" she screamed as she became aware of her surroundings and her feelings again.

John grinned at what she was saying, "I know, but I'm not Cris. I made it out safely and I'm not going anywhere every again, ok?"

Natalie nodded quietly and bit her lip, "I'm kinda thirsty—can you get me some water?"

"Sure, whatever you want sweetheart," he said giving her a kiss on the forehead before getting up and leaving. When he had left Natalie leaned her head back and gave a loud sigh of relief.