A minute passed and then another, and Alfred still didn't begin again with his line. Jo waited anxiously for it, her tears slowing as her mortification grew. It wasn't possible that Alfred could remember, not when they'd been trapped in the nightmare for what felt like an eternity. She'd been hallucinating or dreaming - it wasn't real.
It couldn't have been real.
"I - I ... we've been having the same conversation again and again. I thought I was hallucinating - I haven't been sleeping, which I told you. And you're not either really." There were other panicked voices filling the air now. Something was wrong, and it wasn't that she was having a nightmare.
It couldn't have been real.
"I - I ... we've been having the same conversation again and again. I thought I was hallucinating - I haven't been sleeping, which I told you. And you're not either really." There were other panicked voices filling the air now. Something was wrong, and it wasn't that she was having a nightmare.