The last thing she remembered thinking was where Peter was and hoping he was safe. The last thing she remembered feeling was pain. So much pain. And she could remember the sight of the blood. So much blood. And James. Where was James? He was gone, she thought. The monster had gotten him first. And then he'd come for her. And oh, he had gotten her, but it had given Peter time. Time to run. Time to hide. And with her last dying thoughts, she only hoped her death was worth it and that her son was safe from this wicked thing of the night.
And just when she thought it should be over... suddenly, it wasn't. She was waking up. But where? Not in her home, that much was certain. She was... where was she? Abandoned in a busy coffee shop, covered in blood. Had no one noticed? Was she now a ghost? She couldn't quite put enough thought in to piece anything together. So she sat up and glanced around before making her way to the front counter, paying no mind to the stares she was getting for the blood on her clothes, the puncture wounds on her neck. It took a lot of restraint not to reach up and touch at the thought. No need to draw more attention though, she reminded herself.
"I need help." was all she could think to say to the girl standing behind the counter, staring wide-eyed at the blatantly terrible mess that Olivia was just then.