I must have been dreaming, that was the only explanation.

I saw her die.

I broke as my mate was taken violently from me.

This can't be real.

I felt the tingles on my cheek, I smelled her scent as I lay there on the bottom of the boat. I opened my eyes, her jean-clad thighs under my left cheek, her boots against the seat opposite us as she sat on the deck of the boat, my head in her lap. We were moving again, bouncing through the water. I moved my hand up, placing it over hers. "Pinch me," I whispered.

"This isn't a dream, John. I'm here. I...