"Laura." She thought someone was calling her, hearing a voice in her mind. At first, she felt disoriented, unsure if it was a dream. Then, she realized it was a familiar tone.
She searched for him, but her vision seemed impaired, only seeing a mixture of black and white hazes covering what was in front of her.
"Laura." It repeated. His voice sounded like he was beckoning her, asking her to come closer. But where? When she could hardly see anything.
She wished to shout back to him, also to call his name. But no words came out of her mouth. It was just mumblings that she could not understand. What was wrong with her?
Then, alarming bells echoed in her head.
What was that? What does it mean? She had no idea as her confusion grew, feeling her frustration as beads of sweat formed on her skin.
"Mrs. Hamilton?" A different voice penetrated her subconsciousness. Suddenly, she was being pulled from her deep sleep as her eyes opened to bright lights.
