Author's Note: Thank you very much for the reviews. This chapter shall be very short, and bittersweet. Yes, it's probably not very good. But it is ominous.

-Anna-

Chapter Three

Victoria walked through the forest silently, the only sounds coming from the occasional twig snapping beneath her boots. The sun had set hours ago, and a full moon hung in the distance. Victoria swallowed.

Why am I still out here?

Thwack!

Victoria fell forward onto her knees, after stepping on a root. Somehow, she felt no pain.

"I'm dreaming…." She whispered. "Why else would I be out in the forest past midnight?"

Whoosh…

A strange shuddering sound surrounded her. Soon, she was blinded by the pale wings of butterflies.

"Just perfect!" she growled, swatting one from her face. She closed her eyes, trying her level best to keep the angry little insects away from her.

Then it stopped.

The fluttering sound ceased. Nothing brushed her face. She opened her eyes. Standing directly in front of her was the pale blue form of, none other than Emily.

Abandoning fear, Victoria stood indignantly, looking her straight in the eye.

"You home wrecker!"

Emily said nothing.

"How dare you come here to rub my husband's unfaithfulness in my face…you despicable…"

Emily giggled softly. "You're a lot more temperamental than I remember. But you can save your breath. I've come to save your marriage."

Victoria blinked. "What?"

Emily nodded. "Though I did love Victor…" she looked sadly off into the distance Suddenly, Victoria felt a tinge of remorse. Poor Emily. Even if Victor ran off with her, she deserved to be happy after all she'd been through.

"He loves you very much." She said with a small smile. "He is not unfaithful. And because I once had feelings for him, I want both of you to be as happy as possible. Stop brooding. He's worried."

With that Emily disappeared. The moon sunk behind the cloud. "E-Emily?" Victoria

whispered. "What's going on?"

And everything went dark.

Victoria awoke with a start, clutching her chest, and inhaling deeply.

"It was a dream…" she whispered. She turned around to look at Victor, lying on his side, asleep. Shaking, she lay beside him trying to catch her breath.

"Only a dream…"

But what if it was symbolic? What if it was true? What if Emily….?

Frazzled, Victoria shut her eyes, not expecting to sleep at all.