(Author's POV)
"Why did I see Fabian in my dream? And what the hell was that?" Clutching both sides of her temples, Myra muttered to herself. The vivid image of Fabian's body disappearing right before her very eyes, like nothing but dust, troubled her deeply. She paced frantically in her room, her throat parched.
Chewing her lower lip nervously, she mumbled; her inner monologue was active: "I don't feel right about all this. Should I call Fabian and check up on him?" 'But wouldn't it be awkward to call at this hour? What will he think? Won't he get the wrong idea then?' She was thinking too much.
