A/N: - Thanks to SpyroCynderMal100 & Michelle Maria Salvatore for the reviews! First off, super sorry for delayed chapter, blame the unpaid bill which cut off our internet.
Second off, the next chapter will also be delayed *sigh* until Tuesday, because I'm staying at my grandma's who has no internet.
Finally, Egyptian Heritage is up and running. I will start frequently updating that story once I get at the very least one review to start me off.
Finally, the chapter's slightly shorter than recent ones.
Dorothy sighed, sipping from her cup of water. Ever since the accident, she kept on hearing the same things in her head again and again. Scraping metal, cracking concrete, the screams of terror of pain...
"Hey." Dorothy turned towards David at the sound of his voice. "Stop dwelling."
"That would be easier said than done." Dorothy replied with another sigh. "It is bad enough that I thought it could have been my imagination, but finding out somehow else experienced almost the same thing as I did..."
"Well, to be perfectly honest, we knew it wasn't your imagination anyway." David said. "I suppose, it could have been, but it would have been a hell of a coincidence."
"Hmm..." Dorothy took another sip of water before placing down on the place mat in the motel room. Despite the fact they weren't traveling, the motel rooms were cheaper than normal hotel rooms, so the two had found a nice room at the far end of the motel. While it wasn't exactly the best room, it suited the purpose until the bridges re-opened. The news reported it would take a few days at least.
The circumstances were definitely unusual. As one of the news reporters presented live near the bridge leading to Philadelphia, the weather within Willingboro was rainy and windy, but not bad enough to close the bridges. But seemingly, it is a large circle, the weather increased around the township, the wind suddenly increasing to the point that trees were collapsing and buildings were falling down. Some speculated whether they were in the eye of a new hurricane, while others thought more supernatural thoughts.
"Stop being so depressing." David groaned. "You're meant to be the happy one."
"How am I meant to be happy, David...?"
"Well, the fact that we survived is a good indicator. At least feel relieved."
"But..." Dorothy tapped her teeth with her tongue.
"What?"
"It is just that... I had that 'vision'. But I could not do what that Jason Stark did. I did not help anyone. I could not do anything..." Dorothy suddenly jumped at a bark of laughter from David.
"Is that it?" David lightly slapped Dorothy on the back. "That's a normal reaction, Dorothy. Stark's the one who is unusual. Besides, if you went about saying what he said, you would not have nearly been taken as seriously."
"What do you mean?"
"There's a difference between a tough looking man like Stark and a dainty looking woman like you. If you went about it like he did, you would have been seen as 'overreacting' and been ridiculed. Trust me, it's better that you didn't go running around like a chicken without it head."
Dorothy lightly chuckled. "Once again you cheer me up."
"Good. Let me do the moping and you can be happy. Have you got news on what you are going to do about those piano lessons, by the way?"
Before Dorothy could answer, the door bell rang. "Oh? David, can you get that?"
"Sure." David got up and stretched. "Who the hell is visiting us?" David walked towards the door, pausing to peer through the window. "Well, speak of the devil. It's Stark." David opened the door. "Hello, to what do I owe..." David trailed off when he spotted Jennifer to the side. David's upper lip curled. "...the pleasure...?"
Jason looked slightly embarrassed, rubbing the back of his head. "Uh... hello. I... I wanted to talk."
"Talk?" David raised an eyebrow. "I figured you made yourself pretty clear last time."
"I've... reconsidered. Can I come in?"
"I guess..." David opened the door to let Jason in. As Jennifer passed, the two shared glares. It was like lightning was flickering between their eyes.
"Thank you." Jennifer said between gritted teeth.
"It's my... pleasure..." David replied, trying to keep his mouth in check.
"Sit down, please." Dorothy invited.
"Thank you." Jason nodded and gingerly propped himself on a chair.
"David, can you get us some drinks?" Dorothy looked in Jason's direction. "Would you like anything?"
"Water will be fine, thank you."
"And you." David asked, looking at Jennifer.
"I'm fine, thank you."
"Oh? I can put bleach in a cup, if you would like me to."
"David." Dorothy said in a warning tone.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry." David waved it away and walked towards the tabletop fridge to get some water stored earlier.
For a moment, all was silent as David placed water in front of Jason before sitting next to Dorothy.
"How can I help you?" Dorothy finally asked.
"Um, well first, I'd like to introduce ourselves on better terms. I wasn't exactly in the best mood when you talked to us last time. My name is Jason Stark, and this is my companion, Jennifer Storic."
"Okay." Dorothy nodded. "I am Dorothy Louella, and this is my friend, David Trayce."
"Friend?" Jennifer questioned with an innocent air, although her eyes showed sinister implications.
"Yes. Friends." David replied, squeezing his hand tight. "Unlike you and Stark, I'm sure."
"David, keep the conversation clean without any confrontations, please." Dorothy squeezed on David's arm.
"Jennifer, don't provoke him." Jason turned to Jennifer with slightly narrowed eyes.
Like scolded school children, both Jennifer and David crossed their arms with pouts, glaring at each other from across the room. Jason sighed.
"I did want this to be casual, but I see that isn't going to happen. Well, I get my question out quickly and then get out of your hair. Did you hear anything on the road to indicate a big crash?"
"I hear many things, all of which indicated crashes."
Jason bit his lip, trying to get an exact phrase. He remembered that the Mercedes was the first into the wall. "What about the first car that hit? I suppose you can't define sounds of separate cars..."
"I..." Dorothy pursed her lips, trying to remember. She let out a small gasp and her eyes opened wide, the usually gray tinted eyes now completely white. "...'I stare at Jeremy, with his sweet and oblivious smile. Such a gullible young boy, no matter how sweet he is. Thankfully, we've just come out of the traffic jam. But this rain is going to ruin my suit, and my shoes, and everything else I own! When we get there, Jeremy better get to where we going quickly before anything else soaks in. If not, I'll – what! The bridge is shaking, the – ah! Glass! It hurts... it really –'..." Dorothy went silent and blinked slightly, confused. The rest were in dumbfounded silence at the no doubt last thoughts of Chloe in the vision.
"Dorothy..." David put a hand on Dorothy's shoulder. "What was that...?"
"I don't... I don't know..." Dorothy shivered, clutching David's arm.
"Well, now we know you're to real thing." Sighing, Jason stroked his chin. "That was like what I did... apparently, my eyes went black and I drew things on the wall... hints..."
"Hints?" Dorothy asked quietly, trying to figure out what had just happened.
"Well... there's a coincidence I've encountered... really, I came here for your opinion. Let me explain, please."