When Enid walked out, Miss Crawley's hands were balled in her bedsheets.

When the dream started, Enid knew she was dreaming — but then she was right in front of Miss Crawley, and Miss Crawley was holding onto her shirtsleeves, and the world was on fire around them. "I'm not going to leave you!" Enid blurted, insistent, "We have to get out of here."

She had a vague sense that she had been here before, but that was impossible — surely she would remember the woman in front of her, and the world ending.