After the memorial service for Bart, Anemone returned to her room and flopped on the bed, feeling completely numb.  All she wanted to do was sleep, hopefully to wake up and discover this was all just another one of her nightmares.

Yeah, right.

Sighing, she reached for her phone.  As much as she'd rather just hide under the blankets, the fact remained ( Read more... )

The dreams were back.

Dreams of TheEND, flying through the sky, finally whole again.  Dreams with flashes of purple light and Coralians screaming in her brain as she ripped them apart.  Dominic falling from the sky.  Images of Dr. Deckard, with light reflecting off his glasses.  Other girls.  Dewey.  Always Dewey.

Her head hurt.  Anemone threw open ( Read more... )