The voices were getting louder. The room was starting to come back, and the voices weren't going away. But he was dreaming. Wasn't he? It was all so confusing.

They had to stay away. For their own good, they had to stay away. Somewhere he found the strength to move, sit up a little. There were hands on his cheeks, in his hair, and he had the bizarre feeling he knew those hands from somewhere. He forced his eyes open, even though he was so tired.

"... Erica?!?!"