No, I was wrong. I looked down nervously when I felt two strong hands on my legs. He hugged my legs tightly and climbed up the upper part of my body with no difficulty. I was sure I was experiencing the same moment when the feeling of deja vu raced my heart, but I couldn't remember that moment. "Get down," he said when his face came to mine. He hugged me tightly, my cheeks burning.
"You are dead," I said in my rebellious whisper. "I don't listen to dead men talk." When I tried to turn my face away, he came closer to my face.
"Reverie…" he whispered to my lips. How did he know my name? There were lots of questions to ask. "If you want me to save you, you have to do what I say."
