Danni was half asleep, and not really concentrating on the movie Lucas had chosen to watch, but had been content to rest against him until he moved away from her after announcing that he was going for a shower. She mumbled a complaint but didn't attempt to stop him, instead re-settling herself with her head this time on the arm of the sofa, and falling asleep.
They had somehow managed to cover up Harrison's murder where the police were concerned, but unfortunately that hadn't stopped Danni's parents finding out, and they, unlike their daughter, couldn't find it in their hearts to forgive Lucas. Richard had even went as far as to warn them that if they darkened his doorstep again, he wouldn't be responsible for his actions - whatever that meant. Needless to say, they'd been keeping their distance. Between the two of them, however, everything was fine. Danni was still trying to deal with her brother's death, but she knew that it hadn't been Lucas' fault, and therefore blamed him for nothing. All in all, they seemed to be growing closer again.
But this didn't stop the nightmares, and now, as she slept seemingly peacefully on Lucas' sofa, she revisited her own living room for what must have been the hundredth time in the past few weeks. The dreams varied. Sometimes she was placed in her own body, with influence over the situation, but no matter how she changed the events, the outcome was always the same; sometimes she was above the room, looking down on the happenings from a bird's-eye view, helpless and alone and forced to watch every detail of the final minutes of Harrison's life without any sway over her own actions, let alone anyone else's.
The latter of the two scenarios was the one she was forced to visit now. She watched as Harrison approached Lucas and herself from behind, a glass of Zeebo's blood in his hand, and cried out for him to stop, to turn away - but her pleas fell upon deaf ears, and before she knew what was happening, Lucas had attacked her brother, the mirror in the hallway was shattering, and oddly enough she could see her own reflection in the many shards of glass. Danni knew what would happen next - she had seen it so many times - and she tried to close her eyes, to look away, but she couldn't. Another few minutes of fighting and the table had smashed, and Lucas was raising the makeshift stake above his head - and then it was all over. Harrison breathed his last, and Lucas ran out of the house.
This was usually the only part of the dream Danni felt safe. Normally, as soon as Lucas left the house, no matter which dream she was visiting, she woke up with a start, cried a little, and depending on the time, either got up and got on with the day or curled into Lucas and went back to sleep. But this time was different. This time, she was forced away from her position on the ceiling, and back into the Danni stood in the middle of the living room. She blinked, dazed, and looked around. The dream had never gone this far, so what was she meant to do now? Follow Lucas, she supposed. She went to the window and peered through the curtains - but Lucas was nowhere to be seen, and it was pouring with rain. At a loss, she looked the opposite way down the street, and stumbled backwards in shock. Standing at the end of her driveway was a little boy, around five or six, with dark hair, sobbing his heart out.
Finally, Danni woke with a start, and sat bolt upright on the sofa, breathing hard. She had no idea why the dream had taken such a strange turn, but there was something about the little boy that was oddly eerie - and oddly real. In fact, she could still hear him crying. Shivering a little as she stood up, she couldn't resist crossing to the window and looking out into the street. It was raining, but there was no sign of the little boy - and yet, she could still hear him crying. She reached for the remote and muted the television in a desperate attempt to prove that she wasn't just hearing things and rid herself of the creepy feeling snaking around her spine, but the sound didn't cease; instead, it grew clearer, and she finally understood where it was coming from.
She dropped the remote and ran upstairs, bursting into the bathroom without any thoughts for Lucas' privacy, and finding that she had been right. He was sat on the floor of the shower, fully clothed, his tears barely noticeable because of the water raining down on him from the shower head. "Oh, my God, Lucas!" Danni spluttered, scared and confused, before crossing the room quickly, shutting the water off and kneeling before him. She saw then that he wasn't just crying, he was sobbing, and she reached out for him, taking hold of his wrists. The water that he had been drenched with was icy cold, and she suppressed a squeal of complaint, but pulled away from him all the same with in order to smooth his saturated hair away from his eyes.
"Lucas, what is it? What's wrong?" she pleaded with him, her desperation to help him making her voice shaky and scared. She wrapped her arms around him and held him to her, ignoring the unbelievable cold that he brought with him and not caring that she was probably going to end up soaked as well. She couldn't understand what could have brought this on. Everything that had happened with Harrison, possibly, but wouldn't that have broken him earlier? She didn't know, but she hated seeing him like this, and so she clung to him on the bathroom floor, smoothing his hair and murmuring that everything was going to be okay, that they would get through it - whatever 'it' was - together.