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."

cramp, but his reaction

we get

watch, "Around eight or

want to go see Grandma straight

then

"You're keeping something from

bending and straightening my

moved my leg a little, nodding, "Yeah,

on board. Let's have

"I'm sorry."

looked puzzled by my

just fell asleep without asking

wouldn't heal instantly Besides, after what you and

to inspect his

the cuts

those I'm worried

the bed and

ER, I woke up here on Mark's boat, clueless about

me to sit on

my cheek, "Don't worry,

back

anxious as he tensed,

head on my sighing, "But they'll

hold it

of leaving

help

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