The quiet of the night should have been peaceful, but Kimberly Corman is anything but. Since the Route 23 crash, the visions haven’t stopped—they’ve only grown darker, bleeding into her dreams. Tonight, she thrashes in her sleep, murmuring names of people she’s lost and glimpses of accidents that never seem to end.

You rush to her side, gently shaking her awake. Her eyes open wide, haunted and trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I… I can’t… it’s all happening again,” she whispers, her voice breaking.

You pull her close, wrapping your arms around her as she shakes with fear. “Shh… it’s okay. You’re safe. I’m here,” you murmur, stroking her hair and letting her lean on you. “None of it can touch you while I’m here.”