Kelley's POV
"Hope!" I screamed, shooting up in bed. I pant, looking around, at the plain walls, and the plain clock.
I get up, and go to the bathroom, washing my face. It was a terrible nightmare. I watched her get shot, and the murderer was, surprisingly, Pinoe. I haven't seen her in so long, yet she can still invade my dreams. I shake my head, and breathe deep breaths.
There's a fast knock on my door. I take another breath and open the door. Morgan was there.
"Hey Moe" I smile, and Moe is frowning at me. "Is everything alright?" I ask, beginning to frown as well. She must've heard my scream.
"You tell me" She says, and I glance down at her arm, which is scarred, but still in one piece. Sort of.
"You heard me, didn't you" I say, and she nods.
"The whole world could've heard you" She says, stepping in my room. "Tell me whats up"
"I've been having nightmares, about Hope" I say, and she searches my eyes for something. What is she searching for? I do not know. "I feel like something bad happened to her"
Moe shakes her head and hugs me. I feel the roughness of her scar. It makes me think of my own. I have a long scar on my back, from when Servando's goons dropped me, and I basically was open for skinning alive. It reaches from the bottom of my neck to the small of my back. I guess I slid along a sharp piece of metal.
"You've got nothing to worry about. The Red Army is combing the city right now" Moe smiles. "I had the same worries when you and Meghan were gone"
"You did?" I ask. I didn't know she had nightmares. I always thought her dreams were about unicorns and beautiful sunrises, and fun times.
"Of course I did" She says, and brushes a hair out of my face.
I take a deep breath.
"The best thing you could do is get sleep. You'll need it for the days to come" She tells me.
"Okay" I nod.
"Good night Kelley" She says.
"G'night Moe" I smile, and she smiles back, giving me a friendly kiss on the cheek, and then leaves my room, closing the door.
Moe is right. I have nothing to worry about.
I get back into bed, and close my eyes, going to sleep.
Tobin's POV
I stare at my reflection in the mirror.
"My name is Tobin Powell Heath, I'm 31 years old. I'm from New Jersey. Alex is my wife. We've been married for a while now. Eli is my friend. Kelley is my friend" I say, repeating what the doctors taught me. It works. I place a finger on my wrist, feeling my pulse slow down.
I smile.
It works every time.
I hold my hands out in front of me. They're not shaking too much anymore.
Alex is asleep, and I try not to wake her as I change into normal clothes, then I leave, slowly closing the door behind me.
I tiptoe down the hall, determined to not make any noise at all. I want to get out of here undetected. I hurry down the halls and into the closet I keep my gun and all that jazz.
Outside, I see the van in it's usual spot, and the driver cleaning the wheels with a now black rag.
I whistle for his attention, and he looks up.
"Hi" He says. "Out for a late night stroll?"
"Not exactly. I need you to take me into the city" I say, and he nods.
"Get in" He says.
