Through All Ages 2

60th

It finally turned 7 am, one hour before the party will start. I took a deep breath and looked into the mirror.

I was in the bathroom of Martin's apartment. After the meeting in the police station we all drove home to get here.
In the mirror I saw myself, a little nervous and worried, with my usual long blond hair, blue eyes and clean skin, tall and beautiful.

My body requested to change my appearance again and it started to annoy me because it felt like it happened so often lately but it was probably just because I was so nervous. I could see Martin again. My boyfriend.

I sighed. Nervously I looked at my hands. They were shaking just a little. I was concerned. I had to calm down. At least a little. Taking a deep breath I turned around, away from the mirror.

Then I suddenly saw a movement somewhere in the corner of my eye. I froze immediately. My heart was loudly beating again my chest.

Don't... Don't let it be Ric... Don't let it be...

I turned around. I couldn't breath. A scream got stuck in my throat. I felt that time seemed to stop.

Not again...

I looked into these eyes. These eyes full of desire. Black eyes like death itself.

This can't be happening. Not here. Not now. He died. He was dead. He couldn't be alive. Couldn't be here.

Ric smiled at me with his crocked grin and a villainous look in his eyes.
"This is not a dream", he said mysteriously.

Then he smiled happily at me, closed his eyes and disappeared in a fog cloud. Suddenly the fog was everywhere. The bathroom started to vanish, getting swallowed by all the fog. The mirror was the last thing I saw.

When I woke up again, I still had Ric's words in my head. They echoed in my mind.
What should I do?

I looked at the time on my phone laying next to me. It was just ten minutes later. Fivety minutes till the party. I was fully dressed and ready because I started earlier because I was so nervous. I was in the bathroom earlier because I wanted to check my final appearance, I remembered.

I didn't know what else to do as getting ready. I couldn't just sit there and watch TV with officer Fabian. I couldn't really talk to Salinda or not even Jason, who I knew for so long. I couldn't drink coffee with Agent Carter or descuss the plan again.

I could just stand stand there with shaking hands.