CHAPTER SIX

" It's so good to be home." Laura sighed as she unlocked the door to her apartment. It was no longer a crime scene. It was back to normal and the blood stains on the floor were long gone.

" I was getting a bit tired of hospitals." Laura added as she put her bag down. She rubbed her temple, she had a fierce headache but otherwise she felt better than she had been in days.

" Do you want a drink?" Morag asked her as she went into the kitchen.

" Yes, a good stiff drink will do." Laura said as she sat down on the couch.

" It's a bit early in the day for that," Morag frowned at her, " A cup of tea." She decided and started rustling in the kitchen.

Laura put her legs up on the couch and reached for the remote. It was nice of Morag to take care of her. Jacob was in school, so they had time to themselves. Laura felt sleepy but tried hard to stay away, she didn't want to miss this opportunity of being alone with Morag. But the harder she fought, the more sleepier she got.

Morag took the mugs of tea and coffee into the living room and stopped. Laura had nodded off. Morag didn't feel much leaving, so she sat down in the other chair and turned on the television. Perhaps Laura would wake up later and they could talk.

Laura woke up from sleep to find the room in darkness. She blinked and tried to look at her watch. How long had she been asleep? Why didn't Morag wake her? She tried to sit up but her body wouldn't move.

What's happening? She wondered as she tried to lift an arm, but even that wouldn't move.

She called out for help but no one answered. A few minutes later, she heard footsteps.

" Morag? Is that you?" she asked hopefully, " Can you help me out here?" a shadow fell over her and she looked up.

It wasn't Morag at all, but Sam Tate.

Oh My God, he's supposed to be dead! Laura thought, her heart beating in terror. His eyes narrowed as he lifted a knife high in the air, it's blade glinting in the dark. Laura couldn't do anything but scream as the knife lashed down…

" Laura, wake up." Someone was shaking her shoulder and Laura opened her eyes. She felt hot and sweaty as she looked up into the face of Morag.

" You were having some kind of dream." Morag told her, " You scared the living daylights out of me when you screamed."

Laura drew her knees up and clasped her arms around them and Morag sat down next her hair.

" What time is it?"

" Almost four."

" Jacob not home yet?"

" No, but he left you a message on your phone." Morag handed her mobile, " What was the dream about? Can you remember?"

The image of the knife lashing down was slowly fading. It seemed silly to dream about someone who was already dead, but you can't really control what you dream.

" No. It's gone now." Laura read the text from Jacob who told her he'd be home at five pm. She smiled at Morag, " We have an extra hour before Jacob gets home." She yawned, " Sorry for falling asleep."

Morag patted her knee, " It's understandable, you just got out hospital." She picked up Laura's cold cup of tea and went to get her fresh tea.

" Would you like to stay for dinner?" Laura asked her.

Morag hesitated. While she wanted to spend some more time with her and get their relationship back on track, she was in no mood to deal with Jacob and his resentment towards her.

" Thanks for the offer, but maybe some other time. I'm a bit behind on some work." Morag replied finally and bought her new cup of tea back to her.

Laura nodded, " What about Noah's Bar…are we still meeting tomorrow night?"

" Are you even up to it?"

Laura nodded again, " Absolutely."

" All right then." Morag agreed, " Six pm tomorrow." They chatted for another hour until Morag decided it was time to leave. Laura walked her to the door and Morag touched her arm,

" I'll see you tomorrow." She said and was about open the door when Laura grabbed Morag around the waist.

" You don't think I'll let you leave without a goodnight kiss did you?" Laura asked. Before Morag could reply, Laura's mouth descended upon hers…

" Stand back or she's dead!" Sam Tate roared as he aimed the gun at her temple. Laura's tears mixed with her blood as she focused her gaze on Morag. She was trying to send her some kind of sign.

Then it happened. The earth beneath them crumbled and they fell through empty space…

Sam Tate's eyes flew open. His heart raced and sweat ran down his face. He glanced at his surroundings, he was in a hospital ward, hooked up to machines. He glanced down at the drip in his hand and yanked it out. He also yanked out the other needles in various places until he was free. He tested his limbs, they seemed okay. He seemed okay for a dead man…a bit sluggish.

He stood up and the room spun crazily. Then he heard the door open. He quickly went back into bed and waited with one eye open. It was a male doctor. He waited until the doctor was leaning over him.

Dr. Middleton didn't see it coming. A fist lashed out, knocking him to the floor. His head banged against the tiles and he was still.

Sam breathed heavily as he tried to calm his racing heart. The image of his wife's face before the fell blurred his vision. He knew exactly what to do next.