In 2001, Rebecca Porter wakes up in the middle of nowhere. The sky is unfamiliar and her skin is dry but feverish. She's watching the sunset for the second time today and listening to the distant sound of coyotes howling.
She is terrified.
She closes her eyes but it's all still there so she buries herself under the safety of her covers. Her chest burns as if she's run a mile and her limbs tremble in response.
She wills herself to calm down, she squeezes her fists and counts to 25 and she breathes. Her breathing steadies but without it, she's now engulfed in a sea of desperation.
"You're okay. You're okay. You're okay." She whispers it to herself over and over again and she can faintly hear the words echo back at her.
I'm okay.