Andrea jerked awake with a gasp.
A moment of awful disorientation. Heavy limbs. Heart racing. Choked breaths. She lay there, body tense. Failing to slow her breathing. Not enough air.
She forced herself to take a single deep, shuddering breath. Force enough air into her lungs, oxygen into her blood.
It had been raining… was that why she was so cold and damp…? Her mind struggled to connect the dots. The crowd… The lifeless figure… The feeling of horrible, inexorable, inevitable dread…
Didn't matter. More important. She hauled herself from bed and staggered down the hallway. She had to check. Open the door. Turn on the light…
The bed wasn't empty. It was him.
Good. That was good. She flipped the lights back off as she stumbled from the room. Hand on the wall. Hold herself steady.
Still so cold. She pulled the covers back over.
