Driving along the road, Danielle was content with the silence Sophie offered up.  Light jazz was playing from the radio, and the dark haired girls fingers had been tapping against the steering wheel along with the beat.<br/><br/>She stopped tapping her fingers when Sophie spoke up.<br/><br/>Furrowing her brow and frowning at her sisters morbid choice of conversation, Danielle can't help but think back to the recurring dream she'd been having.  The dark woods, the panting breath, the desperate, heart pounding need to escape whatever was following from behind...Shaking her head, Danielle rids her minds of her nightmare; still determined to believe that what she'd been seeing really WAS just a dream, not a prophesy.  It couldn't be a prophesy.  It wasn't a prophesy.  She wouldn't LET it be.<br/><br/>"I don't know." Danielle replies, not looking at her sister while she talks, keeping her eyes on the road.  "I'd be devastated of course." She says musingly; as though she really was contemplating her actions.  "I'd work out funeral affairs, deal with insurance..call everyone close to us..." she says thoughtfully.  While Danielle sounded relaxed in tone, in truth her heart was pounding in her chest a mile a minute.  What WOULD she do if one of her sisters died? Could she bare it?<br/><br/>Sophie had asked a serious question, so Danielle was trying answer seriously.<br/><br/>"Why do you ask?" She asks, sparing a quick glance at her sister.