Chapter 3

Pain. So much pain. There was a throbbing in my arms, my legs, my whole body. I was unmoving, my limbs dragging along as I drifted away from where I had started from.

"Jimmy!" I screamed, but I was aware that no sound came from between my lips. I tried thrusting my arms forward, moving my fingers to see if I could feel anything in front of me. But my arms stayed limp, floating with my body...

"Jimmy!" I screamed. This time, someone did come rushing toward me, someone holding me in an embrace as I caught my breath.

I was in Jimmy's lab, and apparently, I had been napping on his sofa, right after our heavy make-out session.

"What's wrong? What is it?" asked Jimmy, his eyes showing a hint of fear.

I was still looking around in bewilderment, but stopped as my eyes landed on the large clock above the entrance to Jimmy's lab. It read 4:32, and I knew my mother was going to be furious for not letting her know I was going to be somewhere else.

"Oh my God, I have to get home, like, right now!" I gasped. Jimmy brushed the hair away from my face and shushed me.

"Relax, Cindy. I called your mom right after you fell asleep. She said to tell you to be home by 6."

I hung limp from his arms, tears threatening to fall down my flushed face.

"Jimmy... Can you stay with me until I go home?" I whispered.

He stared at me, confusion swimming in those deep blue eyes of his. But after a while, he sighed and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Sure thing."

I smiled at him, my heart still pounding as I recalled the contents of my nightmare.

"Jimmy?" I asked. He looked up and raised his eyebrows. "Do you remember when I was 12? And I went into that coma?" He nodded. "Well, you know those 'dreams' I kept talking about?" Another nod.

I swallowed hard, trying to relieve myself of the huge lump that was stuck in my throat.

"I think I'm having them again," I whispered. A chill ran through my arms and legs, making me shudder.

He had never quite believed my stories of back when I was in the coma, thinking it was just a drug-induced stupor. It was obvious why he would never believed; science always ruled out paranormality.

"Cindy," he sighed. "That's just... That's just nonesense, just let it go."

I stared at him, unsure of what to say now.

"But Jimmy... Do you really think I'm lying?"

He looked at me with those big blue eyes of his, his brain apparently working overtime to decide on an answer.

"Look," he sighed. "Cindy... I want to believe you, I really do! But it just seems so impossible, you know? I mean, I need proof, I'm a scientist!"

I felt my lower lip begin quivering.

"Fine... Can you walk me home?"

I stood up, shaking on my rubbery legs. He took my arm and steadied me.

"Alright, let's go."