I didn't have anymore visions while I was in the hospital. Thank God. But the whole time I was there, I could keep thinking about that one dream. It scared me. It scared me more than anything in the world.

Sure, I've had my share of scary dreams and visions, but this surmounted all of them.

And soon you will be too.

That's what the voice had said. That voice in my head. I don't know who it was, since it certainly wasn't me. But when I saw that the guy in my vision was dead, that voice said that.

Someone was trying to kill me. Again.

And it wasn't just me . . . it was my daughter too . . .

Whatever grip I had on reality at the moment slipped away. It was replaced with a fountain of tears.

Rob was sleeping again. It was the middle of the night and he'd been here for three straight days now, so he must've been tired, and hungry. My mom had taken Kia home with her while I was in the hospital. I was kind of grateful for that, since I didn't want Kia to see me like this.

Once I started crying, Rob woke up. I hadn't told him about the vision yet, because I just couldn't get up the nerve to. This time he didn't know what was wrong, but I know he assumed it had something to do with the vision.

"Oh, Jess . . ." he said and pulled me into a hug again. "Did you have another vision?"

I shook my head. "No," I croaked out. "I - I just keep thinking about it, Rob. Someone's out to get me again . . ."

And I just slumped in his arms. He hugged me hard and slid in the bed with me. "Honey, Jess, just try and be strong. We'll figure it out, okay? I promise."

I removed my head from his chest and looked him in the eyes. "You do?" Okay, by then I'd probably believe anything.

He nodded. "Yeah." And then he pulled me in for a kiss.

- § -

I was let out of the hospital a few days later. One of the nurses helped us get our newborns ready to go. My mom ran out the day before and bought two of those little baby carriers for when I was let out. My kids were perfectly healthy. That's what the doctors told me. They said I was too . . . but I wasn't. Physically, yeah, but mentally, not then. I'm not crazy or anything, but . . . well, you try having a freaking dream about some crazy guy telling you that you're daughter is telekinetic and that he wants to kill both of you.

Speaking of which, I still have to tell Rob. That's not going to be an easy feet, let me tell you. I have to tell him eventually, though. Better sooner than later.

As soon as we got home, I dropped in my bed and attempted to sleep. I really should have helped Rob with Kia and our new additions, but I was just too tired. I know that's not much of an excuse, but that dream - or vision, whichever you want to believe - really drained me. Its all I thought about the rest of the time I was at the hospital.

Kia came in when I was trying to sleep. Trying being the operative word there. Basically, I still couldn't sleep. The only person that would help me fall asleep was Rob and he was a little busy with the kids at that moment.

"Mommy, are you okay?" Kia asked, peering at me curiously.

I smiled at her. "Yeah, sweetie," I lied. "I'm fine."

She knitted her eyebrows together and pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't lie, Mommy. It's not nice to lie."

My smiled fell. She saw that and said, "I'm sorry, Mommy. I didn't mean to make you upset . . ."

I shook my head. "No, honey. You didn't make me upset. Come here," I said, pulling her into my arms and hugging her tightly.

She hugged me back but I think I squeezed her too hard, since she started going, in a really strangled voice, "Mommy . . ."

I let go and said, "Sorry."

She smiled and said, "It's okay, Mommy. Are you feeling better now?"

I smiled warmly at her. I nodded my head. "Yeah, sweetie. I'm feeling a lot better now."

"Good," she said and gave me a kiss on my cheek. "Because when you're not feeling good, you don't make me waffles."

I laughed. "I promise I'll make you some waffles tomorrow morning, okay?"

She nodded quickly. "Uh huh."

Then Rob came in. "Okay, the twins are all set in their cribs."

Kia looked at me and knew that I wanted to be alone with her daddy. So she left and said she was going to tell the twins that she was their sister. She is so cute.

Rob flopped down on the bed on the other side of me. "I don't know how you did it alone with her. I mean, I thought she was a handful. We just got home today and they're all ready crying their eyes out!"

When I didn't say anything, Rob looked sideways at me. He immediately knew what was wrong and what I was thinking about. "Jess . . . can you please tell me now?"

"I don't want to worry you."

He sighed, exasperated. "I'll be more worried if I don't know. You know that."

I said, barely audible, "I know."

"Then tell me, please," he begged. He usually doesn't do that. He normally waits until I'm ready to tell him something. But this time . . . I think he's just really stressed out with everything. The new babies and being a father so soon and . . . well, everything basically.

I nodded my head. "Okay," I said softly. I took a deep breath. "You know that guy that broke into our house on Halloween?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"And how we put him away?"

He nodded again.

"Well, he was in my dream. I was in the state penitentiary that he was in. I was walked down the hall and stopped in front of his cell . . ."

And then I told him all of it. Everything he said to me and his eyes . . . and what he said about Kia . . .

After I finished, he seemed deep in thought. After a few minutes he said, "That would explain all the weird things happening. Like at the restaurant with the napkin . . . that was her. Only . . . only she didn't realize she was doing it."

I nodded. "Yeah, I know."

"Jess, you - you have to tell Krantz about this. He'll assign agents to guard our house and protect you. You can't . . . this is big, Jess. I know what you're thinking about this . . . it'll work out. But for now, we need to take precautions."

He got up and said he was going to call Krantz. I felt so lonely sitting laying there in my bed. So I got up and went to go see my newly born children. The were sleeping soundly in their separate beds.

I went over the boy and caressed his cheek. "Hey, little guy," I said, "I'm your mother . . ." Then I laughed. "We don't exactly have a name for you two yet, but we'll do that tomorrow."

Then I went over to the girl. "Your name will be . . . Rose." Hey, I may have really disliked my Great Aunt Rose, but I still respected her in some weird, twisted way. "And your brother . . . Anthony. Yeah, I like that. Rose and Anthony Wilkins."

"I like the sound of that too," Rob said, coming into the room. He put his arm around me and pulled me into him. "Look at them, Jess. Aren't they beautiful?"

I grinned. "Yeah," I said. "Yeah, they are."

- § -

Right away Krantz positioned the agents outside of our house. It was kind of annoying, since I really wouldn't be getting any privacy with Rob anymore. I mean, sure they were positioned outside our house, but . . . those agents are capable of anything, I am totally serious.

A normal mother's concerns would just consist of raising her children properly, but me? Yeah, I have to worry everyday about somebody trying to kill me. Not the greatest atmosphere when you're trying to raise 2 newborn twins plus your six year old daughter.

But . . . beggars can't be choosers, I guess.

I was trying to take a nap that afternoon, after feeding the Rose and Anthony. But I had to breast-feed them, since Rob hadn't run out and gotten bottles and formula yet. I didn't mind this though. It was kind of soothing in a way, you know?

No, I guess you don't, since most of you reading this probably aren't even eighteen yet. But I won't get into that.

Anyway, like I said, I was trying to take a nap, when Rob came into our bedroom and woke me up. He looked really excited and happy - probably the first in a while.

"What?" I said, groggily. But if he was that happy, it had to be important . . . and good.

"Jess, baby," he said. "You don't need to worry anymore. He's dead, okay? Krantz got the news from the San Francisco State Penitentiary. They said that he was found dead in his cell on Friday night."

F-Friday?

No . . . that can't be . . .

That would mean . . . no it can't be.

Can it?

"Jess . . . what's wrong?" Rob asked, noticing my not-so-happy face. "He's dead, Jess. He can't hurt you anymore."

I shook my head. "It doesn't matter if he's dead or not! He can still get me, I know it." He looked at me like I was crazy. "Rob, you remember the dream I told you about that I had in the hospital? Yeah, that happened on a Friday night. And the guy died in my dream . . . in his cell . . ."

"But, Jess—"

"No! My dream is true! Don't you see?" I cried and broke down into sobs.

Great, he probably thought I cracked, that I was mental now. Just what I need.

He pulled me into his arms and said, "He won't get you, okay? I'll make sure of it." He put his finger under my chin and lifted it up to face him. He leaned down to kiss me, but before he could do so one of the babies started crying.

He swore under his breath. "I'll be right back," he said and exited the room, leaving me all alone to drown in my own sorrows.

He came back in a few minutes later, saying, "Poopie diaper." Despite my current state, I suppressed a laugh.

"Hey, do you want to watch a movie?" Rob asked me, laying down on the bed next to me.

I turned my head and looked at him. "Yeah, I guess," I said softly.

"Jess, just . . . don't worry about anything tonight. We'll worry about it all another time. But tonight, let's just . . . relax . . ." he said, pulling me into his lap and massaging my shoulders. I have to admit, it felt good. Really good.

And just like that, I forgot about it all. Forgot that there was someone out to get me, forgot that I had three kids, forgot that there were quite a few FBI agents outside our house.

I just focused on Rob and I, and what I wanted. I wanted him . . . badly. The last time we . . . you know was probably a few months ago. Seriously.

So I pushed everything that was nagging me out of my brain and let all of the good feelings Rob was making me feel overtake me.

It wasn't until the morning after that I remembered everything. It hit me like I sack of potatoes.

No, more like a ton of bricks.