David is perplexed, as I am. I have no idea what my nightmare means.

"Y-you don't think..." I don't dare continue my statement for fear of offending the guy who followed me into the woods and mentally tormented me.

David shook his head angrily.

The memory of that obnoxious odor makes my stomach turn. "Fucking death," I smirk as the aroma crawls back to me.

Josephine or a nurse checks me every several hours. David remains at my side all day. We just speak or slumber. We reminisce about former full moon festivals or childhood recollections, but today's load haunts our dreams. We never mention Hunter. He only came up...