Emily’s perspective:

Gabby lies next to me, moaning in her sleep. I can only imagine the pain and fear gripping her enlivened mind, even in its slumber. I snuggle up a little closer and grab her hand, hoping my touch will, even if only subconsciously, provide some kind of comfort.

Her eyes are moving behind their lids rapidly. What is she dreaming about? What is the nightmare stoking the fires of her imagination, and can it be worse than this reality we, ...