They drove in the general direction of the airport, Sara giving Grissom directions every now and then to where he needed to go.

"Last night, I wasn't dreaming was I?" Grissom softly asked as he made a left turn. Sara offered him a small half-smile.

"No," she answered, "that was really me."

"How come," Grissom said as he turned toward Sara, stopping the car at a red light, "I can see you?"

"Beats me," she said as she shrugged, "and you're the only one who can. My mom can't see me, Emma can't, not even people I've run into, literally." Sara looked him in the eye, "Only you." Grissom slowly nodded, though it was apparent that he barely understood what was going on. He focused back on the road as the light turned green.

"But, if you're not dead... then..." he didn't finish his sentence, he couldn't figure out how he would. If she wasn't dead, but wasn't, well, alive, then what the hell was going on? Sara thought carefully.

"I'm... I'm not too sure. I think it's some sort of limbo, between living and dying. If I would... well, come back to life, I guess you could say, I would just go back to my body." Sara had to stop for a moment as she really thought about what she was saying. It was finally sinking in that she wasn't alive. But then again... she wasn't dead; yet. "But if I were to die," Sara said quietly, trying not to look at Grissom, "then I would just, disappear."

Grissom's hands tightened around the steering wheel and his face showed looks from many different emotions. Anger, despair, sadness, but one thing Sara could spot was determination. If anyone would save her, he would.

Sara looked out the window, watching the scenery pass. Looking to her right she saw trees, lots and lots of trees. Sara quickly closed her eyes.

She collapsed after a few steps, wet, cold, exhausted, and scared out of her mind.

She quickly opened her eyes back up and realized where they were.

"Stop the car!" she yelled.

Grissom just about slammed on the breaks and slowly pulled over to the shoulder, parking; the car almost touching the guard rail. Sara barely waited for the car to stopped and jumped out. Grissom got out of the car and walked over to the other side, standing next to Sara as she looked pointedly towards the bottom of the ditch. He followed her gaze and gasped as he saw a trail of mud leading from halfway down the ravine and then deep into the woods.

She got about fifty yards when the car clipped her, and she tripped off of the road and into a small, but steep ravine on it's side.

Without another word, Sara jumped over the guard rail, carefully maneuvering herself, and began making her way down to the bottom of the ditch. Grissom followed quickly behind and using both hands and feet and backed himself carefully down after her. After Sara finished her short journey to the bottom, she walked over to a place in the ground where the grass had been pushed to the side, perhaps done by Sara as she had tried to get to her feet... as she had tried to run away. She hadn't even noticed when Grissom started walking ahead of her, following the path of destruction within the grass. Sara walked slowly behind him looking at her surroundings, remembering how they looked now, compared to how they looked that night. After a couple of minutes of walking, Grissom stopped.

"Sara, where are we supposed to go?" he asked, looking out in front of him, at the unending forest. When he didn't hear a response he turned around and noticed Sara wasn't behind him. Actually, Sara was no where in sight. For a moment he feared the worst.

"But if I were to die, then I would just, disappear."

"Sara!" He yelled as he began to retrace his steps back to where he had last seen her. "Sara, where are you?!" he yelled out of panic. She's not dead. She can not be dead. He thought to himself over and over again.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, though it was only a few moments, he turned to his left and saw her, leaning against a tree. "Sara," he breathed out of relief as he quickly began walking towards her, "you scared me." He walked up alongside her and took a glance at her face.

Staring straight ahead of her, Sara's eyes were going back and forth across the forest ahead of her, as if she were looking in the distance for something.

"The old well." she gasped. Grissom barely heard her say it, yet soon was placing the pieces of the puzzle back together.

"Help. Well. Hurt."

Sara's message replayed in his head and before he knew it, he was following her through the trees, running as fast as his legs would carry him.

A/N: Hey everyone! SO sorry-- again. For not posting in a while. I've been busy (although even I hate that excuse) and working on a new story, which I will post after I wrap this one up. Which will hopefully be before March. Don't lose faith in me! I'm still here and writing! & I PROMISE to get in another chapter by the end of the week. Now keep reading, reviewing, and ENJOY!
-Shannon :)