Another night of rest followed by food was all Doris needed to feel okay again. Or, close enough to okay. She was required to take it easy for at least another day and she couldn’t complain about that. After the the days of riding and then immediately falling sick, her body needed her to take it easy before it collapsed entirely.

Desperately, she wanted to forget the dream that kept trying to come back to corrupt her mind whenever she closed her eyes. Blood coated the walls around her all over again as if she was still in the room. What did her dream mean? Was it some sort of...