Return To Dreamland...

"Turn it off… it's too loud… I can't think," Sophie whispered hoarsely. Her fingers trembled slightly as she touched the edge of her wrist communicator.

[Incoming video call… incoming video call… incoming video call...]

Someone was calling her but how could she spare the energy to reply? Sophie let out a heavy sigh as her mood fell even lower.

That dream… 

Sophie didn't even want to open that can of worms. 

Picturing the dead bodies of everyone she had ever met and having to see the intense hatred and rage on the face of her girlfriend was something that she did not even dare to dwell on.

What was the point of all this power? It did not make her feel strong. 

She just felt…

Weak. Helpless. Angry.

Ring! Ring!

The piercing sounds blaring out from the speaker on her communicator faded away to the background as Sophie lay on her bed and allowed the darkness inside the room to consume her.