"We were here, but there wasn't just us. There was a child on the front porch, playing, when my mother pulled up with a gun in hand. You and I raced over and she shot you along with the child before beating me and eventually shooting me as well." She rushed through the words, worried about forgetting them

Dakota shook her head, unable to speak

Dakota closed her eyes and tried to let his presence comfort her. The fear slowly left, the nightmare with it. She sighed. "Sorry" She muttered, knowing this probably wasn't how he'd wanted to wake up

"I still feel bad for waking you up"

"You should go back to sleep" She insisted