Eleanor Reid is a 24 year old woman who has a lot more up her sleeve than meets the eye. When an unexpected visitor comes back into her life will she be able to survive, or will she die?


1. Dream


        I'm running, my bare feet pounding on the cold pavement, my heart beating so viciously it feels like it might burst, I round the corner on Bond St. I'm almost home, I can do this, I can do this. I slam the door to my apartment, where I am greeted by my reflection in the hallway mirror, I have blood smeared across my shirt, arms and spatter on my face, but none of its mine. The floorboards creak behind me, I turn around and there he is, running, running ,running toward me and..... *BOOM*


I wake up to the sound of thunder, my clothes are damped from sweat, I had fallen asleep on the couch and it happened again, I have been suffering from these nightmares for 2 years now. I'm a trauma surgeon at the hospital the next town over, 2 years ago a kid only 15, raised by a single dad who lost his wife years earlier, decided to drive drunk, this car ended up in a ditch. Unfortunately the kid didn't make it, a week later the dad came into my ER shotgun in hand, looked me in my eyes and told me it was my fault, and then he shot himself in front of me and my OR techs. Since then I've relived this day over and over for the past 2 years all with different outcomes.


It's 6:55 pm, I had worked graveyard shift last night it wasn't as busy as it normally is, but that's not a bad thing. *SQUEAK* I look up to see Biscuits & Mustard sitting outside the fire escape, he's a little orange tabby cat who has a brain the size of a flea, he can't meow right and he plays fetch like a dog. I crack open the window enough for him to squeeze through, he is soaking wet as he runs around the couch to the kitchen to his food bowl, leaving little cat paw puddles behind him. As I'm closing the window the lights flicker, I walk to the kitchen to get a towel to clean up the water that the cat dragged in, and then the power shuts off.


"Great" I sigh, as I go to the couch to find my phone to use as a flashlight but it's dead. "Wonderful." As I begin walking to my bedroom to get my laptop I hear a the floorboards creak from the other room, and this time it's not a dream....


                Emerson said, “All is riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle.”


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