conversation

seventh hour of seventh day of seventh month of seventh year

C: Cathryn...?

c: can't you hear it

c: this is a dream so you have to do what i ask

c: lucid dreaming was it

C: Cathryn snap out of it!

c: i know what you're getting at

c: you're about to pity me

C: What?

C: Never mind that. What have you been doing in here?

C: The milk in your fridge has been spoiling for weeks now!

C: Your fingers are so calloused. You're bone-thin.

c: you've got lovely green eyes

c: i feel like i've seen them once before

C: Cathryn, dammit, stay with me!

C: You've been rotting here for weeks now. Metaphorically and literally.

C: So help me God I will personally carry you to the doctors.

C: You're in no state to stay here.

c: i am

c: i have a sacred duty

c: i didn't want to say this not even for the record but

c: i saw you die

C: What?

c: it frightens me

c: you die in 2011

c: you have to run

she has to run, run, run as far as her legs can take her