I'm terrible at updating. I have to be in a very specific mood when writing for this story... and it usually includes a few glasses of wine. To which I often go back to many chapters of my stories and pick out grammer or editing mistakes... Let's find out what happens to Pam, shall we?

The place she was in was familiar- but not in a hospitable way. It was strangely frightening; a scary omen looming in the presence of mist and darkness.

She knew where she was. Her awareness this time around was terrifying.

Her felt her heart accelerate as she vaguely made her way through the recognizable mist- wanting desperately to track down the figure she knew would be waiting for her.

"Jim!" She called out- knowing he wouldn't respond. He wasn't in this dream this time. For a moment her heart pulsed a cool whoosh of relief- Jim was safe. She wrapped her hands around herself against the tingling pricks of goose bumps as they trailed up her bare arms.

Her heart began to sound loudly in her ears, accelerating in a deep, booming sound; pounding in her ears as she realized something new.

Something else was missing.

Guided by the erratic pulsing of noise in her head, she outstretched her arms in a manic attempt to find him- grip his small figure and to ensure he still existed. "Where are you?" She screamed, pleading against the darkness that enveloped him, and with him, her entire existence. He had to be somewhere, she concluded, and she'd find him.

As time seeped by she became more and more anxious- there was nothing here. He wasn't here. Her outstretched arms only grasped at emptiness.

"Pam," she heard her name call out over the mist, whipping her head towards the sound.

She saw Jim standing there, arms outstretched and welcoming- bathed in warm light. She looked at his face- bewildered. What was he doing here? He's not supposed to be here… she turned away, going back to her search. It's a trick, she thought- keeping her from finding her little one.

"Pam," he said again- this time more firmly. She turned towards him, and for a fleeting moment she wanted to run to him. But not yet, not until they were together.

"Wait," she told him, reaching out towards the mist, "just a little longer…"

She felt Jim's strong arms wrap around her in a backwards bear hug, pulling her off her feet and towards the light. She felt the presence in the mist fall further from her reach. "No!" She screamed, starting to flail helplessly against the arms. "Not yet!" She begged, scratching and pulling against the steel vice that was keeping hold of her. She couldn't understand why he was dragging her away from the mist- she wanted desperately to return to. She felt the warmth of the light as he pulled her quietly towards it.

"What are you doing?" She screamed, still writhing against his embrace. Then she heard the cool breeze of his breath on her neck.

"Trust me, Pam." He cooed, soothingly. She gradually stopped struggling, not yet ready to stop fighting to find the missing piece of her heart, but finding Jim's plea strangely disarming her and making her believe him, trusting him implicitly.

"But… he's still out there," she made one last attempt as she let him carry her back into the blinding light. He swooped her up into his arms to cradle her against his chest as he turn away from the mist and into the brightness.

"Trust me," he repeated, his voice almost lost in the sudden return pulse of her heart in her ears- she hadn't even noticed it had stopped pounding. She gave one last fleeting look towards the mist and laid her head against his warm shoulder.

"But…" she started, not sure if he could hear her about the pounding. He had to yell over the noise, his voice ringing in amusement.

"He's in the light now, and it's time you joined us…" She felt herself lightened and become fully at peace in the warm, soothing light.