It had been a few hours since I woke and Desmond and I had yet to talk. He tried, but I needed to gather myself first. I was starving and felt drained. I couldn’t get my thoughts together enough to voice them. On top of having to face the situation with him, I now needed to make sense of what happened in my conscience. Did I imagine the wolf? Where did it come from? How did it appear?
I decided it was best to handle one problem at a time, the most important and first in line was nervously watching me. I sat on the couch wrapped in a blanket while Desmond sat on the one opposite, cautiously waiting for me to break the silence. He was patient with me, not pressing as I tried to come back to life.
Silvia walked in with her famous grilled cheese and tomato soup. Seeing the meal sent a wave
