"No...Lisa...Don't..." Lisa mumbled in her sleep; she was having another one of her bad dreams. In the dream, the corpse of an old friend was pointing an accusing finger at her, and saying "You took my life! I want it baHo-lee SHIT!" Lisa convulsed, suddenly awake as those last two words ripped through her ears. Where was she? She was lying on the floor of... oh yeah, Chelsea's room.
Wait... Chelsea had screamed... something must be wrong. She pushed herself up into a sitting position and looked in Chelsea's direction. "Chelsea? Are you OK? Oh my god!" Chelsea was holding the neck brace in her hands and was moving her head. How is that possible? I think I've just seen a miracle!