"Miss Edwards."

The familiar voice belonged to Shawn. The fleeting hope she'd felt deflated instantly, replaced by profound disappointment. She replied with a brief nod, not in the mood for conversation.

“If you require anything, just let me know," Shawn remarked, setting a glass of water nearby.

She acknowledged him with a raspy "Thank you," but her thirst was overshadowed by the vividness of her previous vision.

Could it truly have been mere illusion? She questioned her sanity, haunted by the recurrent glimpses of Theodore at the most unexpected moments.