There was a bright, blinding light. It seemed to be the morning sun, its warmth soothing her soul. 

Vione wasn't alone. Next to her was Usher, always holding her hand. They were talking, laughing, when suddenly a scene made her eyes widen. 

"Sylvia, come back! Don't go too far! Oh, God! Silas, can you go after her?"

Usher pulled Vione into his arms. "Don't worry, she won't get lost. They're smart kids." 

"Usher," Vione groaned, pressing her lips together and raising her hand to point. "That's too—" 

Vione frowned. Something was holding her hand. Something was stroking the back of her hand, squeezing her fingers. "U-Usher." 

"Vione? Are you awake?" ...