Amy fell backwards, though didn't realize it.  All she knew is that one moment she was looking at her reflection in the water (except it couldn't be her reflection, it couldn't) and the next she was sitting on the grassy bank, too stunned even to scream.  Slowly, she crawled back to the water's edge, peering at her reflection, shaking as she studied it inch by inch.<br/><br/>It wasn't her, it couldn't be.  It was a dream, a hallucination, that was all.  But why, why couldn't she wake up?  Shaking, she touched her face, terrified of what she'd find, but needing to know.  She couldn't trust her eyes anymore.