"This is a dream. This is a dream."

I repeated that to myself. It seemed true. Strangers were surrounding me, two up front in this so called "car", and a young girl with me in the back of it. She was sitting on something soft, somewhat like what the masters had, not what a lowly slave like myself would lay on at night.

"This is a dream. This is a dream."

"No, it isn't!"

I looked at the girl. Yes, it was. It had to be. As I looked upon her soft face, it seemed a little flushed.

"No matter how many times you say it, it won't be true! This nightmare shall never end! That, I can promise you!" The girl huffed, and looked at me to see if I would respond in anyway.

I did. Tears started flowing down my face. Her eyes wided, and she moved untill she was right beside me. Getting down on her knees, she wrapped her arms around me, making comforting sounds.

I pulled her into an embraced, and held tight as I cried.

Meanwhile, Dustfinger looked at us with a slight smile on her face.

"Elinor, look out. There's a small rock ahead, make sure you don't blow a tire out," I heard him say.

As the van swarved, I held tighter onto the girl. When I next woke up, I found myself still holding onto her, as she softly snored.