"Summer?" She was in the dance studio and glass was shattering around her. The music was blaring and shaking the room, jarring her. "Summer?"
Her arms shot out and tried to grasp onto anything that would keep her steady. "Stop!" She screamed frantically, "Stop it! Stop it!" She slammed her hands against her ears to stop the noise.
"Summer!"
Summer jumped up, "Summer!"
Her eyes widened when she saw her family standing around her. She looked around trying to focus on where she was. She found herself tangled in her blue throw blanket, sitting awkwardly in the armchair in their front room. "God." She muttered shivering, tightening the blanket around her as much as possible.
"Are you okay?" Mr. McPherson questioned worriedly.
Summer shook her head then nodded, "I'm fine, I'm just…" her head shook again, "Weird dream is all."
"That seemed more than just weird." Lex commented wryly.
She ignored it, "How's everything? How's Zac? Any news?"
Mrs. McPherson gave her husband a questioning glance before turning away and going into the kitchen. "He was awake before we left." Her father explained calmly. "And he had to be sedated when he found them covering his eyes."
Summer closed hers and swallowed hard. "Anything from the police?" She asked opening them again.
His head shook tiredly, "No, Sergeant De Salbo hasn't got much. All they have so far is the bricks wrapped in cotton and cloth, and some footprints. Possibly a witness."
Summer sat forward, "Who's the witness?"
He rubbed his chin, "I think they said… Christian… Christmas…"
"Christine?" She interrupted.
"Yeah."
"Witch."
He smiled, "Your best friend I take it?"
Summer laughed lightly, "Not quite. She seems to be holding something against me."
"Oh? What?"
"Being alive." She remarked dryly.
Mr. McPherson laughed, "Sounds like a really nice girl."
"Oh yeah."
"Come on." He said getting up from the couch armrest, rubbing the back of his neck. "We've got a lot to do tomorrow. And I know De Salbo wants to ask you some questions."
"What about Lex?" Summer asked getting up as well, untangling herself from her blanket. "She was there too."
"She talked to them at the hospital, and will most likely have to talk to them again as well." He replied turning off the porch light and checking the front door lock.
Summer flipped off a few lights, "Okay. Good night, Dad."
"Night, Summer. Sleep tight."
She nodded weakly as she went down the hall to her room, "Hope so, but doubt it."
