Thud of booted footsteps hurriedly following behind, catching up.
Heavy breathing, laboured, becoming harder, biting back the pain, hiding.
Slashing at... clothing... cloth, or cords, or... something moving...
The sound of something heavy dragging... being dragged down.
A choked whimper twists, dangles in the air.
Rustling of dry leaves being crushed.
And again, dragging sounds.
A creak of wood planks.
Icy cold light.
Gasping.
Quiet stillness all around.
Brianna lay there, staring at the ceiling. She was starting to recall more, and each time the dream came more details were revealed. She'd sensed Juliet, and when she had done that she had wondered if the dream was in some way something that had happened to her sister. But now, with more details revealing themselves, it was different. And this led her to letting her own feelings of what she was dreaming slide away, to not interfere or lend any bias to the information she was gathering. She still sensed her sister, but there was no feeling of danger for her, more that...
She slid her feet out from under the covers and slipped them into her slippers that sat beside the bed, where she'd left them the night before. As she stood up she reached for her peignoir and slipped it on before padding softly across to the small desk near the window. The early morning light made it possible to see well enough that she could open her laptop and start making notes.