“My nightmare,â€? I repeated. Was he nuts? “This isn’t already my nightmare? We’re only about to enter it?â€? I subconsciously would not shut up. Maybe my mind had hoped that if I kept talking, it would stall this whole ordeal. After all, a girl’s subconscious can only hope.
He never really answered me, rather, he assured me that everything will be alright because he was sent to help me and that’s what he intended on doing. Pushing the matter would not get me anywhere, so I left it alone and went with it. The swirling stopped. And everything else stopped with it.