A shrill scream pierces through the rain. I bolt upright, my heart in my throat. Emily is thrashing in her seat, and that's when I realize she's the one screaming. "Emily." I shake her. At least, I hope I do, but my hands are trembling so badly, I don't know if it's her or me shaking. "Emily, wake up. You're having a nightmare."

Before I know it, Tom is by my side, crouching in front of Emily. "Hey, kiddo, wake up."

Finally, Emily's eyes snap open, and she stands ...