<em>Wake up, Abbie.</em><br/><br/>She was in a meadow. There was a happy little deer. There was a friendly puppy. There was ... her grandmother?<br/><br/><em>Get the hell up, girl. Those are gunshots.</em><br/><br/>Her grandmother had died when she was 10. She had seen her only a few times as a small girl, considering how her father and his parents had quarreled. She was standing at the other side of the meadow, smiling mysteriously. Around her, a cold wind blew, black clouds gathering in the sky. She opened her mouth to speak, but only dull rasps came out, a trickle of water turning to a gush.<br/><br/><em>Hammers and ... and the moans of the dead.</em><br/><br/>"Abbie."<br/><br/>"Grandma?" She was afraid. She was deeply afraid.<br/><br/>"Wake up. You're dead meat on the ground like that."<br/><br/>"I ... what about ..."<br/><br/>"They're dead. Your family now is in this room with you, and you must do what you can to help them. You MUST."<br/><br/>"But I don't ..."<br/><br/>"You'll see. You'll see how strong you can be."<br/><br/>The clouds above grandma splintered into jagged lightning. All around, the sound of unearthly wailing, moaning. Hands reached up from the ground, covered in mud, dragging her grandmother deep into the Earth. Abbie screamed.<br/><br/><em>WAKE UP!</em><br/><br/>Her eyes flew open, her mouth gasping for breath.<br/><br/>She was in the lobby still. How long had she been out? All around, the sounds of unearthly wails.<br/><br/>She propped herself up, slowly, moaning. No one seemed to have noticed her fit. She winced at how her ribs hurt from falling.<br/><br/>Carefully, painfully, she worked her way toward the one who seemed to be in charge. "How can I help?"