Foreshadowing

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Like many others--like all the others--Cybil Bennet slept.

Like many others, she dreamed, even if those dreams would be forgotten, cradled in Stacy's warm embrace.

Some dreams were just dreams, of brighter times, and happier places, of desert sands she'd never seen, strange and alien landscapes, of strange unearthly celebrations.

Some were nightmares, twisted malformed shapes staggering forward, of tentacles and spattered blood.

Sometimes she dreamed of fire.

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They lost sight of them as they moved through the corridor. But the explosion that rocked the ship not long after made it easy to guess what had happened.

They fell around her, faceless, like the monsters in Silent Hill, only these faceless things falling made her heart break.

Three of them fell together. His leg was broken again, the girl in blue fell, holding onto her brother.

One fought with the ferocity of a jungle cat, enraged over the loss of a friend, before he was smashed, but his chest was still sparking.

Electricity arced, there was a scream, and she fell into a pool of silver.

And the girls fought back to back until none of them were fighting anymore.

He was slammed into a wall, forced to stay solid, and the old man hovered over him, as he so often had.

"Is he still breathing?!" Most of them were. Most of them were, but they were all falling...

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The old man--although he wasn't that old, not as old as the other old man--turned to her, eyes blazing.

"He's gone, Cybil. They're all gone. You're gone."

This wasn't right. This wasn't what really happened. But how could any of this have really happened if it had never happened--or not happened yet?

"Don't you understand? You must not listen to them."

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"Who--who are you talking about--I don't understand! I don't understand any of this!"

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"You have to wake up, Cybil. Not just awaken. You have to wake up."

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They all fell.

They were all gone.

Dead or gone.

She fell again, into the dark, into a dreamless sleep, and when she did dream, she dreamed of fire.

Almost as if her subconscious was punishing her on purpose.

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So close. So very close. But there's still time.

He was unseen, unheard, and it had to stay that way. He retreated to his prison.

I'll make you remember. I'll make you all remember, and when I do, they'll all be done for.