Chapter 85: Deja Vu?
"What kind of dream was that?"Sophia asked herself with a frown.
Sophia rubbed her arms, shivering though the morning air was mild. She had had strange dreams before. One example was the dream about the trihydra and they always left her unsettled but never this clear. This one clung to her, vivid and complete, like she'd stepped into someone else's life for a night which was weird. It couldn't be possible.
She walked into the small adjoining washroom, splashing cold water on her face. The icy sting grounded her a little. She braced her hands on the edge of the basin and stared into her reflection. Her hair, damp from the water, clung to her cheeks. Her moon-pale eyes stared back at her. She still didn't recognize the person looking at her, not completely.
'Why did it feel so familiar?' she thought.
