Jorna dreamt of the day her family died. It was as horrifying as ever. Then it continued to something she had never dreamt before. Her mother, father and brother were standing around her.
"You couldn't save us," her father said.
"Why didn't you try harder?" her mother asked.
"I did what I could. I'm sorry." she said.
"That's not good enough. We are here in the afterlife still feeling the pain from when we died and here you are, eating and sleeping and living your life like you've forgotten us," her brother said angrily.
"I didn't forget you! I am trying to get revenge for your deaths."
"That won't save us, bring us back," said her father.
"Nothing will," said her mother.
"The only thing to do is join us," her brother said.
"No. Not yet. Please I'm not ready to die!" she screamed as she woke up. There was sweat poring down her in buckets.
Apparently Trip had heard her scream out for he ran in to see what was wrong. She told him what happened to her family and of her latest dream. "It felt so real, Trip." She started to cry.
"I know. But I'm here to help. You don't have to be afraid. I'll take care of you."
"Thank you. Can we go see Dr Phlox? I want him to give me something to help me sleep."
"Sure come on."