This dream was strange, because it wasn't hers. Since the coma, all of Aura's dreams had been her own, whether Billy or Pierce came walking into them. But no, this wasn't hers at all.
She saw the figure kneeling in the distance, and she watched him sit down and hang his head. As she walked toward him the puddle he was sitting in spread to her own bare feet, and she stepped into the blood without concern, the red warmth making squelching sounds between her toes.
She stopped in front of him, and she knew who he was. She always had, you see.