I am still. The air about me is cold. I look down at my feet to see I am standing on a glass pool of water. My bare feet create ripples as I walk forward.

I hear, to my left, a small whimper. "Who is there?" I call out. Straining my eyes to see, a small girl slowly appears in my vision. She is sitting on the grass, weeping softly. "Dear child," I say, "don't cry. I am coming." I hope my words console her. The girl begins to cry more. She screams out in pain. "I'm coming! Don't cry!" I shout as loud as I can.

I start to run. The water below my feet ripples more and more. I want to reach her! I don't want to be too late!

After what seems like years, I am at her side. "Dear little one," I coo, "Don't be afraid. I am here!" I pet the child's golden head tenderly. The girl stops crying and turns her face to mine. I jump back in horror when I see the child's face is my own! She is me, only younger.

When the girl's eyes meet mine, she begins to laugh--not a happy young laugh. She laughs an evil, wicked laugh. Blood begins to pour from her lips as she tells me, "Rose, I've found you. You tried to hide, but, I've found you." I scream and fall backwards. Jumping to my feet, I charge back to the water. No longer able to walk upon it, I try to swim. The water suddenly transforms into something else, something dark and sticky. I scream again when I realize it is blood.

Hearing whispers behind me, I turn my head back to see if the girl is still on shore. She is not. She is standing on the blood looking down at me, chanting something I don't understand. In horror, I watch her face slowly change into that of a man--the man. The man who has haunted my dreams for more years than I can remember. He grins as he bends down, weightlessly plucks me from the blood, and pulls my neck to his mouth.

Rose wakes up screaming. Sweat pours down her face and Cat comes rushing through the door. "What is wrong with you, girl?" Rose tries to stammer out an answer, but nothing intellegent comes. Instead, she looks to the window, realizes it is morning, and begins to cry.