She had a stressful night and couldn't get any rest. She got up from the bed and headed to her bathroom. She rinsed her face and grabbed her towel. She rubbed her face with it and sighed. The nightmares or should she say visions were getting frequent and it was the same thing. It was Cyrus, ripping out her throat. There was no other dream but that one and she couldn't tell why it was so frequent. She couldn't tell if it was a good dream or a bad dream and she couldn't tell if it was supposed to warn her ahead. She got dressed and headed out for a jog that turned into a run. She ran so fast that she felt like her heart what going to stop. She came to a halt as she tried to catch her breath. She stopped beside tree and leaned on it for support. She stayed there for a while, trying to catch her breath. The world started to spin around her and she sat down
"You're pushing too hard" she heard his voice
"Henry, not now" she said
