"If that's the case, then why shouldn't it be I who guards you?" allison’s remarks are less a demand for truth than an echo of interest that falls wrongly between them. everything has been unusual since she awakened from her death, she forgets her intentions while her body recalls. the draw of the bow string,\s the defensive reflexes,

the disobedience, but every time she says something or does something rashly without thinking, she is left with the question of why. She has a hazy memory of her prior existence, and in those recollections, she does not seem to be the sort of person who would be sheltered but rather to be driven out into danger. " I am grateful. " It is real and another response that occurs without conscious thought. She is a shell, with one-half of her soul brought back from somewhere in order to satisfy a void.

She recalled this. The words of Dream Allison reached her as she stood off to the side, where she was unseen and unobserved by everyone else. She had no idea why she ended herself here occasionally when she fell asleep, dream visions jumbled and hazy, but she watched her last minutes in complete stillness like she had done so many times before. When she glanced up at a guy who was her first love, there was a sense of calm that descended over her dream-self at the same time that there was worry for a girl who she could hardly remember. When she saw her reflection in the mirror, the taste of sour vinegar filled her lips, and she wanted to scream her lungs out. She retreated, unable to bear to witness what was happening this time. Because of these dreams, she was able to feel the most connection to the person she had been before her passing, the emptiness inside of her being filled by the unconscious notion that another person had of who she was to them. It was the sensation of having lost something over and over again that made getting up in the morning so much more difficult.

the one she loved, the one whose well-being she wanted to confirm before she could bring herself to accept her own mortality. Allison listened to her friend sob as she fell to the ground, and just as she reached out to touch Scott, she began to fade away until it was just Allison and the shadow of a boy lying on the floor. Was this scott who had the dream? He was the only one she could make out with any degree of clarity.