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The wind started to pick up about them and Reese looked
up.
There, in the second floor window, was the woman she had
seen before. Reese felt something warm in her hand and looked down, seeing
blood from a wound she could have sworn healed already, only to stiffen as a
flash of light seemed to surround it and her and the woman's laugh could be
heard echoing through the wind.
"Run!" Reese barely managed to whisper, trying to push
Nick out of the way as the woman lifted her hand and Reese seemed to still and
move to its movement... like a puppet to the puppet master.
Reese was remembering things and shook her head against
it. Dreams that weren't dreams, whispered words to her when she had fallen
asleep in the livingroom..
She looked up, fighting the invisible hand that held
her and suddenly realizing who it was that was holding her "Where's my
mother? You're not dead - where is she??"
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