As the pain took over, her eyes closed and she felt herself slipping into a blissful oblivion.
She saw two figures, one was faint, opaque and distance. But his eyes, his smile, they were as clear as anything.
Liam.
Her Liam, she felt her arm instinctively reach towards him, he stepped back.
She frowned.
'Liam' she called out, wishing her words to catch him up.
'I'm waiting' he smiled, before fading into the white wash of her fantasies.
She turned around, it's black. It's dark and she feels her head hurting as they tried to distinguish the figure foam the background.
And then he shoots forward, he's running, screaming, reaching out desperately for her, grabbing at the intangible void between them.
Peter.
She feels her heart race.
'Peter?' he questions his existence.
'Carla, don't go, please, come back to me' Peter screams before he seems to be running towards her yet getting further away.
'Please' she hears his voice echo into the darkness