“Are you ok?” Christina and Seth asked at the same time.
Danielle’s eyes flitted around the room, a wild look in them. “Not safe…” she muttered, before standing and crossing the room towards the bed. She was muttering to herself and pacing.
“What was that shadow? I can still feel it. It's here. It's in the room. Was that just a dream? The voice. The shadow. You're not safe? I'm not? We're not? I'm not. I'm not safe. Or was it a dream? Was it something more? Something real?” She turned to stare at the couch. The conversation. Was that real?
Seth and Christina exchanged a confused glance before Seth rose from the couch. He approached her cautiously.
“There's something here.” Danielle said taking a step backwards.
“Sweetie, you just had a bad dream,” Christina called from the couch.
