Okay, so you probably hate me. I haven't uploaded forever, I know. It's been a little weird at my house. After I finally got back from camp (they took away all electronics so I couldn't upload) my computer was all messed up. It wouldn't let me type, and it was seriously lagging. It took me forever to actually fix it. In return for making you wait so long, I am going to stay up very late and work on the story. My goal is to upload another chapter or two before I'm forced to go camping tomorrow.

The whole ride home Alek kept trying to get me to tell him why I wanted to talk to her, but I remained quiet.

"Thank Bastet that you're okay!" Jasmine said as soon as Alek carried me through the apartment door. He set me down on the couch. "What were you thinking? Valentina strictly forbade us from leaving this apartment!"

"When is Valentina going to be home?" I asked, purposely ignoring her question.

"Could be in an hour or in a few days. There's no way to know." I saw that the Advil bottle was still on the table next to me, so I grabbed two pills.

For the next four and a half hours, we sat in the living room and watched TV until Valentina came home. I couldn't remember what we watched; my mind kept going back to the dreams. In the corners of my eyes, I saw Alek and Jasmine exchange a few looks with each other, like they were silently deciding what their story was.

I heard the door behind me, and when I turned around, I saw Valentina. "Did anything happen when I was gone?" She asked.

"No," I heard Alek say the response I wasn't expecting. "Nothing exciting happened."

"Perfect," I continue to debate on whether I should talk to Valentina or not. Before I could change my mind, I stood up and walked over to her.

"How's your leg?" Valentina asked me. One of the best things that comes with Mai is probably how we heal insanely fast. My leg should've been bugging me for weeks, not for twenty four hours.

"Almost fully healed," I took a deep breath before continuing. "I need to talk to you."

"Of course," Valentina went to go take a seat, and I followed her. She waited for a few moments before I realized that she was waiting for me to say something.

"Alone." At first I thought she was going to refuse, the whole need to protect the Uniter thing, but she nodded her head.

"Alek, Jasmine, be back in an hour or so." They both paused in the doorway before heading out.

"Are you sure you want us to go?" Alek asked. He continued to stand there, probably wanting to figure out what I wanted to talk about with Valentina.

"We'll be fine." After they left, I turned to Valentina and started to explain. It looked like she wanted to interrupt a few times, but she stayed quiet, allowing me to finish my story.

When I finished explaining, I waited for her to say something, and when she didn't I decided to just straight out ask. "Is it possible that the dreams are a prediction?"

"I've never heard of this before. None of the old legends mention anything about the dreams of the Uniter predicting their deaths." She finally said. I let out a big sigh in relief.

"So it's just a coincidence?"

"I'll do some research, but you don't have anything to worry about." It suddenly felt like I could finally breathe again.

Alek's POV

"I want both of you to watch her carefully, especially if she's near the water." Valentina told us. "It would be better if she doesn't even go into the water at all."

"I thought the dream was when Chloe was with Scarface, and he pushed her in the water. Why are we going to worry about every time we're near water?" Jasmine asked beside me. I heard Chloe in the guest bedroom, her regular heartbeat telling me that she was still deep asleep. When we got back to the apartment, Chloe finally seemed relaxed. And as soon as she was asleep, Valentina told us about their talk.

"It's not an exact science." She started to explain. "The dream she's going to have is a warning sent to her by Basset, but it's not going to be one hundred percent accurate. It's just a chance for her to save her lives." It was too hard to hear about how Chloe was going to die.

"The first dream was how her first life was taken, but the second dream is the prediction. Her second life might not be taken away in the same exact way as the dream, but it's going to be by drowning."

"There's no way in hell we can't not tell her this!" I growled. "She could die because we don't tell her."

"Unless you stop it," Valentina continued, ignoring my outburst. "Stop all the predictions Basset gives us." Her phone buzzed. "That's my car, I'm leaving town for a few days. She's under your protection. Follow the old routine." If she's at work, one of us is watching her. If she's at her house, then I'm on her roof. The routine she was such a fan of.

"When she has another dream, you have to figure out what it's about. It may be the best way to keep her alive." She said as she was walking out the door. "Alek, telling her about the dream is not allowed. Be careful." And with that, she was gone.

"Thanks for the warning." Jasmine muttered. I tried to wrap my head about what's going on.

"We need to tell her about this." Right away, Jasmine shook her head.

"I don't think she would react well to this information."

"I don't care! She needs to know. This is way too big of information to keep from her." I stood up and started to walk towards her room.

"Are you sure your thinking about her protection when you want to tell her?" Jasmine asked me, stopping me in my tracks.

"What do you mean? Why else would I want to let her know?" I spun around to face her. Her face gave nothing away to what she was about to say next. She didn't say anything for a moment, as if she was pondering how she was going to say what she about to, but then she shook her head.

"This isn't going to help." Before I could say anything else, I heard Chloe scream. Her scream was muffled. Without another word, I rushed into Chloe's room. I was thankful to see that she wasn't being attacked; it was just another nightmare.

She was shaking, like she was cold. When I tried to focus on her breathing, I realized that she wasn't breathing. I quickly stepped forward, determined to wake her up, when Jasmine grabbed a hold of me.

"We can't wake her up now. She needs to wake up all by herself." With that, she left into her bedroom. I took a seat on the ground, and painfully watched Chloe.

Was it okay switching the point of views? I wanted Chloe's dreams to mean something, without her knowing they mean something, and this was the only way I could think of. Should I switch the point of view more often?