In the dead of night, Fiona Sutton descended into slumber and was consumed by a deep dream.
In her dream, Yancy Hastings, bloodied from head to toe, kept moving forward. Before him, masked assailants reached out. They pursued relentlessly as Yancy Hastings struggled onward.
A trail of his blood marked his path; the assailants finally caught up to him.
Fiona! Fiona!
He called her name. Fiona stood rooted to the spot, wanting to rush over and intervene, but she couldn't move.
Yancy Hastings!
She screamed his name, but he seemed not to hear.
Fiona, Fiona...
Over and over, he called her name, his eyes filled with longing as he looked at her, desperate to survive.
Fiona struggled desperately, but it was no use.
His eyes slowly closed.
Blood was everywhere. It engulfed her. She stood there, crying ceaselessly, calling out his name.
He lay lifeless in a pool of blood.
Yancy Hastings!
