We lie there, listening to the thunderstorm in the darkness. Occasionally, a flash of light will ignite and spread throughout the room, and we can see each other. But then, it turns to black and a great roar of thunder rattles the house. My body shivers against the sudden cold of the room, and Ace’s arm, which is wrapped around my frail body, slides me closer to him. I close my eyes gently, trying to forget about the dream, trying to forget about the journal, and the blood, and the goo, and the woman, and everything. I try to forget, and somehow, I try so hard, I try myself to sleep.
