For a few seconds more, the scenes from her dream play out behind her eyes. She tries to ignore the flames licking at Tommy's body, the tang of blood that feels all too real on her tongue, but the panic is too strong.

She can hardly breathe.

He has her in his arms, and she's not quite sure whether she's glad or angry, if it feels good or bad, but she's too scared to move. She's alarmed, and embarrassed. She's frustrated with herself for being this way. Without pulling back, she covers her face with her hands and cusses.

"Shit."

Even telling herself it was just a dream, listening to his attempts to be comforting, it takes a long time to choke back her tears.