Shane sat up suddenly, freezing cold yet sweating, gasping for breath
yet only just woken up. She look around, getting her bearings and felt
the panic be washed way. She ran a hand through her hair, god, she
hadn’t had one of those dreams is years, the dreams were she is locked
in a room, older, enjoying being alone. Carmen had helped chase those
dreams away. She got out of bed, being as quiet as she could and made
her way to the kitchen . She got a glass from the cupboard and filled
it with water.

“You alright?” The voice came from behind Shane and startled
her, causing her to her glass. It smashed into several pieces on the
floor. Shane stared at it for a few moments before she realised what
happened and carefully began to pick the shards of glass up. “Shane?”
Carmen came closer and put her hand on Shane’s shoulder, “what’s
wrong?” The concern in her voice growing.

Shane looked up, Carmen thought she looked all most surprised to see her there, “um, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t, I was already up.” Shane stood up again,
placing the broken glass into the bin in the corner. She turned to face
Carmen.

“I just had a stupid dream, I’m fine” Shane moved closer
to Carmen, she rested on hand on the back of her neck and the other
rubbed her stomach. “I think it was talking to Bette today. It brought
back a lot of memories. Lets go back to “Shane stopped, she heard
crying, she knew it was coming from Neil’s room. ” You go back to bed,
I’ll go” and with that Shane headed off down the corridor leaving
Carmen not completely convinced that she truly was alright.