The shadows grow longer as the sun disappears into the horizon. Stephanie hears a whisper. Answering voices alert, her that people are talking. She doesn't know what to do. Should she run? Should she walk? Should she attempt to retrace her steps and go home? Stephanie takes a step forward. Nothing looks familiar. She turns to the right, searching for something to give her a direction. Back and forth, Stephanie moves. She runs to the left, thinking she is back to the beginning. Then, the scenery shifts.

"Where am I?" Stephanie asks herself, almost afraid of finding the answer. She seems to be in an area where she doesn't belong. Danger screams from the shadows lengthening behind her. "Where is everyone? Where did they go? Can somebody help me?" Stephanie thinks, unable to speak aloud out of fear. She can't find her way home. Stephanie cries in the night; a sense of impending doom overwhelms her. She knows the area isn't safe, so she needs to find shelter. But where? Stephanie needs to find her way home.

Finding her voice, she whispers, "Ranger," hoping he's close enough to hear. Stephanie knows he isn't there because her neck isn't tingling.

Someone moves behind her. Stephanie's voice shakes as she asks, "Is that you?" Nobody answers, and she can't hear a single sound except for the heavy breathing and the soft footsteps following her. She is sure they are following her.

Stephanie walks past an open doorway. A man stands in the shadows, smoking a cigarette. Its scent is stale like the cigarette is old and the tobacco is dry. She can't put her finger on it, but the stench is familiar. Stephanie runs across the street. The streetlights flicker, threatening to plunge her into the darkness.

Passing a gap between the dark buildings, a cold hand touches her, grasping her neck. Stephanie screams, praying someone comes to rescue her. Nobody comes. People glance in her direction and quickly avert their attention. They rush away, nearly running from her.

Stephanie knows she's in trouble when the arm wraps around her neck with the hand covering her mouth. Her fingernails dig into the gloved hand, but she can't pry it away from her mouth. The leather gloves are too slippery. A prick in her arm stops her cold in her tracks. Her body stiffens, and she feels paralysis moving through her body. Stephanie wills herself to scream. She orders herself to move and can't. The drugs prevent her from escaping; nobody's there to save her. Stephanie's all alone. It all fades to black.

Awakening from her nightmare, Stephanie screams. She sees the chair beside her bed, hoping Ranger is there. It's empty. Stephanie feels the sheets beside her, expecting to find Ranger in her bed. Instead, she feels cold, empty sheets. The pillow is damp from her tears. Her clothes are wet from sweat. It's two o'clock, much too early for Stephanie to be awake. She climbs out of bed and walks to the shower.

Stephanie feels someone watching her, but the bedroom is empty. The shadows in the closet and on the balcony are a trick of the light. Nobody is there except her. She shakes away her fear and rushes to the bathroom. Stephanie turns on the light, blinking when the brightness assaults her eyes like a baseball bat to the head. It's painful. "I didn't drink that much," Stephanie mutters. She pushes the shower curtain aside to turn on the shower.

It reaches a temperature almost too hot to tolerate, but it's precisely what Stephanie needs to remove the tension from her shoulders and back. The dream felt real. Was it a premonition? Could she see the future? It's something she wants to ask her grandmother.

She squirts some Bulgari body wash into her hands, rubbing them together to create a thick lather. Stephanie's hands shake as she massages the soap into her skin. She uses her fingernails to scrape away the sweat and fear and feel the pain to indicate she is alive.

"It felt so real, like a hidden memory, not a premonition," Stephanie decides as she remembers every detail.

Who, what, when, where and how are the questions, she must answer. Should Stephanie ask her mother for help? Would her father know? Or Grandma Mazur? Stephanie shakes her head, quickly dismissing her family. Who should she ask? Someone has to know the answers.

"Where am I in the dream?" Stephanie whispers. She thinks hard, but the memory slips back into the dark abyss where the other details lie. There is no point in wracking her brain for a solution.

The only way to learn the truth is to confront those who know her best. Would they be honest with her, or would they admit her into the psychiatric ward at St. Francis Hospital to prevent her from uncovering her past? Thinking about the psychiatric ward sparks a hint of a memory. She focuses on the hospital. An image enters her mind. A child cries, and everything goes black.

"Why can't I remember?" Stephanie demands. She smacks her forehead in a poor attempt to dislodge the memory. Nothing. The faint memory flows down the drain with the soapy water. She notices the water is tepid. Stephanie turns off the shower and grabs the towel on the rack. She runs it over her head before wrapping it around her body.

Stephanie looks into the mirror. Dark circles beneath her eyes are indicative of sleep deprivation. It's been several days since Stephanie slept the night, and it's showing in the lines on her face. Ranger never spends the night anymore. She wonders if there's something wrong with her. He stays until she falls asleep. Stephanie tries to rationalize the change in her relationship with Ranger. His stance on relationships is the same. He refuses to link a woman permanently to him.

"My life doesn't lend itself to relationships," Ranger repeatedly tells Stephanie. Many nights, she allows Ranger to love and leave her. She knows it will eventually drive her mad. Until that day happens, Stephanie will take whatever Ranger offers.

Her phone buzzes with an incoming call. Stephanie checks her phone but doesn't recognize the number. The area code, 786 is for Miami, Florida. She swipes the red button, pushing the call to voicemail. If the call's important, they will leave a message.

Stephanie returns to her bedroom to change the sheets. She shoves them into the hamper. After making the bed with fresh linens, Stephanie crawls inside. She closes her eyes and wills herself to fall asleep. For the next few hours, Stephanie tosses and turns.

As she closes her eyes, she sees a shadow. Her heart races. Stephanie tries to ask, "Why are you here?" But she doesn't make a sound. Her flight response heightens. Stephanie jumps out of bed. She quickly dresses and slips through her window into the night, leaving her phone and purse behind.