<strong>Katrina  -- Downtown Apartment -- Walking through Nightmares</strong><br/><br/>A sun bathed chipped ivory statue sat alone in the middle of a park. The dead grass and busy city surrounding her were all different shades of grey, hope and life and any traces gone from the color, but the statue was different. Brilliantly lit up, its firm yet gentle markings meant nothing to Katrina but she was drawn towards it. Slowly, her every step cautious, Katrina moved away from the depressing grey and towards the brilliant yellow and shining white statue. Its light coming from nowhere in particular, but her pace quickened as the light dulled, its surface slowly stained to a darker grey. As she entered a full sprint and finally reach the statue, her vision was flooded by darkness, a creeping, moving darkness that slowly unveiled a similar darkness; but there was light. Everything around it was basked in a dull, dark blue hue that she didn't understand but knew very well.<br/><br/>Katrina knew what this was, the last moments of her life. She could see the dark figure of a helicopter, slowly sinking, and the lights inside slowly going dark. The entire scene was dark, a night sky above and the darkness of the sea surrounding her, but even so, it was incredibly dark. Like she couldn't see anything except what she was supposed to see, Katrina knew she was dreaming, the unnatural dark haze her dreams had always been so obvious but a clouded part of the dream always eluded her. She was missing something in this dream, something she wasn't seeing, but it always somehow avoided her. She'd seen this dream a million times and it never changed, but it was never the same. As the wreckage before her, slowly sank, moments from its end, it exploded in a muffled fireball, sending charred pieces splintering in every direction, a large piece of the main cabin flying straight towards Katinra, before her world again washed over with darkness and she awoke. Startled and covered in sweat, the downright smothering feeling of her room forced her mind into consciousness.<br/><br/>Her eyes shot open, greeted by the clouded numbers on her alarm clock. A tired, exasperated sigh escaped Katrina's lips as she rolled over onto her back and stuck out her arm, her hand waving around and smacking the bedside table surface, searching blindly for the snooze button. Katrina rolled a little more to her side and yanked the covers up, exposing her feet. A weary frown spreads across her face as Katrina sits up and shoots her gaze over to her alarm clock, leaning over to press the sleep button much easier than her mind wanted her to. She was not excited about getting up and going about today, but she none the less had work to do and didn't want to go back to sleep. Her days seemed more atune to separating her dreams from one another, and the constant plague in the back of her mind was doing a lot of harm. A rousing idea formed in her mind, maybe getting up and walking around the city for the day. Things were strange, she was seeing things that sometimes weren't there, buildings changed locations and people.... people were the worst. They changed some days, and stayed the same for some, but always something was different about her day. Just like her dreams.<br/><br/>As she slid out of bed, Katrina remembered her dream, it was hazy but there. The memory, or the one she couldn't quite form, was driving her mad. It was connected to her dreaming, she knew it, but couldn't simply demand her mind to complete it. It was as if a puzzle she'd been working on for months needed one piece, and she couldn't find it. And the entire puzzle rested on that one piece, it was the center of her entire world. That was how her head constantly felt, and for that simple reason, Katrina knew she needed to get on with her day and go to work. After waking herself up and cleaning up, getting dressed and heading out, Katrina felt a little better but still hated stepping out her front door, because across the street, was an old, old wood and brick home that never changed. Its door was open every day, while sometimes the buildings around it changed. The door was always open, but Katrina was too scared to go in. She didn't want to know, or maybe she already did, and didn't want to know again.