Avery woke up from the nightmare.

It was dawn outside the window, and she sat up to switch on the lights.

The room brightened instantly and the fear within her slowly faded as she looked around her familiar surroundings.

She picked up her phone to check the time; it was half-past six in the morning.

Her body felt like it was both freezing and burning at the same time, and when she raised her hand to touch her chin, she came into contact with a thick layer of sweat.

Her heart was still throbbing from the dream and she knew that her phone conversation with Elliot triggered the nightmare. She had somehow filled in the blanks of what Elliot had not managed to finish.

It was not a random dream; Charlie had indeed said something similar to her in the past. The only difference was that he had not gone into the details at the time because he had only heard rumors.

In her dream, not only was Elliot a murderer, he was going after her life as well.

Avery felt as though there was a stone p