Julia was curled up on her side and had dozed off. Probably because of the
stress, but she was soon asleep and started to dream.
In the dream the sitting room she was sleeping in suddenly started to bend,
as if reflected in a carnival trick mirror... and the tribunal were behind
the couch, looking down at her sleeping form, each giving their verdict.
"Guilty...."
"Guilty...."
"Guilty...."
But the proof showed it was really her! she tried to tell them, unable to
wake up in her dream to do it.
Her dark eyebrows furrowed and she made a distressed sound in her throat as
each of the team were brought in and were lined up on the other side of the
coffee table, gazes zombie like. One word echoed about them, although she
had no idea who said it.
"Guilty."
"No.." she managed to murmur in denial, expression troubled in her sleep
"I'm not a demon.... my home...."
Derek turned Kat over to Rachel and then arrived at the sitting room to find
a lunch tray sitting on the table outside. As he entered the room carrying
the tray, he heard julia's anguished cries. He put the tray down and sat on
the edge of the couch. Grasping her shoulders gently, he shook her
slightly. "Julia...," he said in a concerned voice.
