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Chapter 1: Phoenix, Arizona

"Shit!" Joe said as he cradled his broken nose.

Allison stopped moving at the sound of her husband Joe's voice, she then realized that she wasn't being attacked by a man in all black. She put her hand on her chest to feel that she was breathing deeply to catch her breath; she moved her hand from her chest to her face to feel that is was wet from tears she had cried. After Allison wiped them away she turned to attention to her husband and his bleeding nose.

"Oh, I am so sorry." She said as she jumped out of their bed to go get him a wet washcloth to wipe the blood up with.

"That must have been one hell of a dream." Allison heard Joe call from the bedroom.

"Yeah…it was." She said as she pulled on the facet and held the washcloth under it until it was full. She ringed out the extra water and made her way back to the bedroom. Allison found him still sitting on the bed; she sat in front of him and gently started to wash the blood away.

"Are you alright?" Joe asked after noticing that Allison's hands were shaking.

"I don't know why, but I think that question should be directed at you." She said, concentrating on Joe's face.

Joe's hand grabbed her wrists and brought them away from his face.

"Allison, you're shaking."

"Oh." She said as she noticed that she was. She stood up, walked back in the bathroom, and rinsed her face with cool water. That dream was just like any of the other one's she's had…right? Just because this is the first time she broke Joe's nose and her hands wouldn't stop changing didn't mean a thing. Right?

Allison looked up to see Joe in the mirror.

"Allison, you don't look well."

She looked in the mirror to see that he was right, dark circles formed under her blue eyes, her blond hair was mattered to her face.

"I'm fine." She said with a smile as she turned back to her husband. He didn't look convinced. Allison walked over to him and kissed him.

"Do you want to go to the doctor for that nose?" She asked smiling up at him.

"Oh, the nose is fine; it's been broken many times before." Joe said, still looking concerned for his wife.

"I'll be fine, really. Let's go get more sleep." She said, hoping that she wouldn't have the dream again.

"As long as you promise not to hit me again."

"It's a deal." Allison said back, as she grabbed his hand and pulled him back to bed.

Allison walked up to Defense Attorney Manuel Devalos's office; she was still jumpy as she sat down across from him at his desk.

"Hello, Allison. How are you today?"

Allison gave a huge sigh and answered, "I broke Joe's nose when I woke up from my dream."

He nodded, trying to keep a smile off his face.

"Must have been some dream."

"It was." Allison defended herself as she glared at him for his joking manner. "I watched some woman being attacked in her own home in the middle of the night. In the end, I turned into the woman."

Devalos nodded, then changed the subject, "Did you see anything for the Burton murder? Because, right now, I want to get that bastered behind bars before I start chasing some 'attacker'."

Allison leaned forward, setting her elbows on his desk and rested her head in her hands. "If I had a dream about that I would have told you already. There's just something about the girl, Rachel, in Las Vegas that's not sitting with me well."

Devalos sighed, his impatience with Allison's gift showing.

"If something new develops, I'll dream about it. It's not like I can control my dreams."

"Well, we all know that."

Allison looked up to see Devalos pushing himself off his chair using his desk. She looked down, It's not like she could control her dreams, and it's not her fault that she didn't dream anything about that.

"I'm sorry Allison, I just have Burton's family breathing down my neck."

Allison sighed and asked,

"Well, I'll go over some of the evidence, might bring something up."

"Alright." He said sitting down once again.

"And if you have the time, could you check to see if there's anything on Rachel Louis?" Allison said as she stood up to leave.

"Sure." He said.

Allison sighed as she made her way to the evidence vault. She didn't know why but this felt like a waste of time to her, what she really wanted to know was if Rachel Louis was alright.

TBC

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