She awakened to the sound of falling rain. Her legs still felt a little quivery, and she was sick to her stomach. To her right, sat Joshua. His worried expression troubled her.

"Sabrina, no!" His tone was startling. "Please just relax." He squeezed her hand a little too tightly. Seeing her like this, flushed and weak, was disconcerting. Sabrina was always in the best of health, but in the last few weeks, her behavior had grown a little, well....strange. Everyone talks to themselves occasionally, but she was having straight out conversations. It was as if there were someone else in the room with her. Sometimes, he'd hear voices, but then upon entering the room, no one besides her would be there.