We're Inside And Losing

By. Tate Icasa

A/n: In case you couldn't tell. . .Keely and Pim's dreams were written by me. Phil and Debbie's were written by Shanaenae50591. Wow. I started out dedicating it to her and now we're co-writing. Well, this one is by Tate. Whose name now reminder her of Tater Tots because her friend Icey called her Tatey. . .randomness. . .ok. . .on with the story.

Chapter Six: Next Morning

Keely looked over at Phil and smiled weakly.

They weren't dead yet. Maybe they wouldn't have to die at all.

Then she noticed that he looked frightened.

"Phil?" she asked softly.

He turned his head to look at her.

"I'm scared Phil." She admitted. "I dreamed I was dying."

"Me too." he said, surprising her, and he moved to sit on the edge of her bed.

"I - I don't want to die, Phil." She said, her voice quivering.

He looked startled.

"No, Keely, don't cry." he said.

He didn't seem to know what to do.

She grabbed his hand in one of hers and held it tight.

After a startled second her sqeezed her hand back.

"Don't let go?" she requested, her eyes already half closed.

He smiled down at her.

"I won't." he said softly, so as not to wake her.