Amelie's Point of View

After sorting through paperwork from Bizzie I went upstairs to talk to Claire.

When I went into my office Claire was pacing around obviously stressed.

"What did you see?" She asked the moment she saw me. When I didn't answer right away, she grabbed my arm. "Tell me!"

"I don't have to tell you everything. Calm down and I might tell you some of what I've seen." I said, easily taking my arm out of her hand and went to lean against the desk. Claire sat down in the chair opposite and tried not to fidget too much. I took a breath. "Do you remember dreaming about me?"

"I dream about you all the time I think."

"I'm serious, Claire. Do you remember speaking to me in my room about Christopher?"

Claire looked at me strange. "No... Why would I? I've never had a dream like that before." She looked down and played with her hands.

I sighed. "Christopher's coming back and I may not survive his encounter."

Claire's gaze snapped back up. "What? You got that from me? Are you sure?"

"Of course. I have no reason to lie."

"But you could though..." I took a step towards to show her I wasn't lying, but Claire jumped back. "No. Your not going inside my mind again."

"Relax, I'm going to show you." I grabbed her arm and brought her forward. "Be still." When she didn't move, I took it as a yes and let go.

But of course, Claire has come to distrust me. She ran for the door, but the guards grabbed her and brought her back.

"Get off!"

I held her arms lightly but firmly. "Relax Claire."

"Don't look in my mind again. Please."

"Is it so I don't see your thoughts on me? I know you would have taken advantage, had you managed to drug me. Your other thoughts are... interesting."

"I'll keep them in my head, you can forget about them." Claire had stopped fighting, and now was staring at the ground.

"That would be a good idea." I held her head in my hands and was going to show her, her repressed memory when Claire placed her hand on mine.

"If you're right... I just want you to know I love you and your not going to die. Christopher's going to die and you won't have to worry about him anymore."

Trying my best to ignore the feeling that I should get Claire's hands off mine, I nodded slightly. "I know."

Claire's Point of View

I wanted to keep hold on Amelie's hands forever but I knew what Christopher had done to her and so I reluctantly let go. I knew Amelie was very good at hiding things but I knew she looked relieved(?) When I let go of her.

I was still sceptical of letting her into my mind but I needed to see if she was telling the truth. She could easily go inside my mind and do something else, besides uncovering a memory.

Amelie adjusted her hands and then the memory came flooding to the surface. I had woken up from the sofa and followed Amelie upstairs to her room. She told me that she was sorry for everything she's done and I said there was no need to apologise. Then she explained that Christopher was coming after her and she won't won't survive the encounter. She also said there would be a prick of my hand when he was close to coming.

Amelie removed her hands and I blinked as I was brought back to the present. "Believe me now?"

"How could I forget that? It seemed so real..."

"You or someone else must have repressed it so you wouldn't know and couldn't warn me." Amelie went back to leaning against the table.

It could be the ghosts..." I suggested. Mentioning them I realised I hadn't seen them in a long while.

"They've gone. They're not hiding anywhere so it can't be them." Amelie sighed. "Was there anything else I said?"

"I don't know you were in my mind." I said in a light tone. Amelie sighed and shook her head. "I came out of your mind before it stopped, but I sensed that there wasn't anything more."

"So what are you going to do now?"

"Wait. If Christopher repressed your memory and now knows about it resurfacing, he will come. Or if you feel a prick tell me immediately."

I nodded. "Do you... Want to come back with me? Just for a little while." I said quickly, looking down.

Amelie sighed. "I wish I could. But I have a lot to sort out, and Oliver has demanded my attention tonight. Maybe after Christopher is dead."

I looked up and nodded. "I understand."

"Good." Amelie was quiet for a moment. "I... Never mind. Go back to my house after you leave and stay there. Your dismissed."

My mind was racing on what she might have said... I love you? I want to apologise for everything I've done to you?

"I will see you later then." I said, turning around and leaving.