I had a nightmare.

Actually, a series of them.

But the last dream was different. I dreamed of Grandma, her face radiating kindness as she spoke to me.

But her words were gibberish to me.

It felt like she was saying goodbye.

Why would she be saying goodbye?

"Grandma, don't go!"

I saw her leaving in my dream, shouting for her in my sleep, chasing her through the mists of my subconscious.

But although she seemed to move at a snail's pace, I couldn't catch up.

Suddenly, the scene shifted, and I woke up with a start, my foot stepping into thin air.

"Don't move."

I was drenched in sweat, feeling an iron grip on my calf.

The pain was sharp, drawing a wince and a gasp from me.

As the pain eased, I saw Gregory massaging my leg.

"You've got a cramp."

a cramp, but his

we

his watch, "Around eight

go see Grandma straight

paused, then

off. "You're keeping something from me, aren't

continued to massage, bending and straightening my leg, "Does it

my leg a

Andrews is on board.

"I'm sorry."

looked puzzled by my

fell asleep without asking how

heal instantly Besides, after what you and the kid

got up to inspect

said, "They're just scrapes, and the cuts aren't deep. I've had them treated

those

had him sit at the edge of the bed and gently

I woke up here on Mark's

my hand, guiding me to

but he pinched my cheek,

on my back are nothing serious,

grew anxious as he

head on my sighing, "But they'll

hold it

of leaving

help but feel

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