In the dream, Ellie was not herself. She could sense it, feel it with every fibre of her being. She did not know who she was at that point, just that the eyes through which now she saw were not her own. Ellie, although terrified by her earlier encounter in the field realised that the fear she’d felt then was what a papercut would be to losing a vital limb when held in comparison to the fear that came through this girl, who although she now seemed to share a body with, was a total stranger to her. The girl’s heart raced and thundered behind her ribs, the pounding heart felt as real as if it were her own, and as if her very soul had somehow been transplanted into a new body.
In the past when she’d dreamt, Ellie had always been herself, no matter how fanciful or nightmarish the particular dr
