Hope fell asleep next to Everly and Francesca that night. They were both exhausted and the last week had taken its toll. Around midnight, Hope grew restless, shifting from side to side. She was burning up and she couldn't get comfortable. No matter where she turned, she was assaulted with an inferno. Finally she woke, her dreams broken into small snippets of memories as the heat enveloped her. She sat up in bed, looking around frantically for the fire. She lay next to Everly and Francesca. Hope put her hand on Everly's head. She felt normal. She moved her hand to Francesca's head. She was on fire. The heat was overwhelming. Even touching her friend was painful.
Hope heard a whimper escape Francesca's lips as she tossed and turned.
"Oh shoot, wake up, Francesca," Hope whispered as she got
