Two weeks.
That was how long it took for her father to break finally. That was the time in between their burials.
He chose to go down the way she did. And as Elaine watched her father's corpse, placed on a raft go down, along with the fire burning the wood, she felt a flame ignite within her. A flame, fuelled by the determination she felt.
Her father had uttered two words to her on his death bed. Your mother.
There obviously was something that had gone on with her mother that she was yet to figure out. And she was determined to.
Her nightmares hadn't stopped. If any thing, they had worsened. They had become more violent and despite being so different, they were always the same.
