"Crystal. You have to come with me, there's no time." I recognize this young man's face. He grabs my arm, and drags me with him. "Who are you? How do you know my name? Don't touch me!" I push him off of me and wipe the cold, wet hair off my face. "Crystal." He repeats, shouting over the wind. "We have to go." "No, I'm not letting you come another step closer until you tell me what the hell is going on and how you know me." I cross my arms, pretending like I'm not cold in the pouring rain. "My name is Andrew. We're under attack. Now come on, they're coming."