The moon. Bright like a sun burning into the retinas of her eyes. She squinted her eyes, trying to see for the bright white light that the moon shined over her. The reflection of the sun at its fullest.

She wasn't able to keep her eyes opened and they watered from the brightness. She raised her hand and kept it up in front of her eyes, protecting her eyes from getting blinded. She looked down to her feet to see what she was standing on. She thought it was sand that she felt, sliding in between her bare toes, softly molding to the shape of her feet underneath. She knew only one beach where the sand was as soft as here. She smelled the salty sea air and looked up. The moon light glimmered and sparkled on the horizon, from the surface of the waving ocean. She looked left, down the beach. At the far end she saw trees. The park. She was home.

"My love," she heard a very familiar voice calling her behind her back. She turned around quickly, eager to see him. Her stomach shifted and a cold wave crept her spine down from the back of her head. It was him. Toshiro. Standing in front of her, alive and well. She knew that white shirt he wore. It was the same one he had when they walked down the beach for the first time– but he lost that shirt a long time ago, she remembered. It couldn't had been the same one.

She looked at her left hand. There was a ring on her ring finger. It looked the same she had, but the red light of the moon made it difficult for her to make out the details.

"Why are you here?" Toshiro asked her.

She looked up at him. The red light behind him blinded her. She used her hand as a cover again to see him better.

"Why are you wearing that?" She asked him. She didn't understand why he had put on his full combat set. The white hem of his shirt stuck out under the vest still. His rifle hung on the side, the sling thrown over his head to his shoulder. She didn't understand. They were only taking a walk down the beach. She looked down at her feet. The sand glowed red as the light, still warm and soft.

"What?!" Toshiro yelled.

Gabrielle barely heard him over the rattle and hum around them. Loud engine noise. They must had been in a plane, she thought. But the sand– weren't there a beach and the ocean? Why the floor would had been covered in beach sand? It didn't matter. She wanted to know where Toshiro was going. "Where are you going?!" She yelled. "Are you going to leave me again?!"

Toshiro stood in front of her like a statue. He said nothing or didn't move. He didn't respond.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" Gabrielle yelled, now crying. "How can you do this to me?!" She tried taking a step forward towards to him, but the sand gave in and she barely could move. She squeezed her hand to a fist and delivered a rapid strike to his chest. Her hand hurt from the blow, but It barely made him swing back. He said nothing. "HOW?! How can you do this to me?"" She hit him again, many times. He did not budge.

Out of breath, she looked around the cargo bay. To their side, she saw a control switch with green and red buttons. Without any consideration she leaped towards it and punched the green switch.

The cargo bay hatch opened behind Toshiro, creating a massive change of pressure in the space. The air got sucked out of the cargo bay, supplies flying past her with incredible speed. Sand blasted all around, pouring out of the bay. Toshiro got yanked out and quickly he disappeared into the sand cloud and darkness outside. Gabrielle held on to a railing next to the switch. For a second it had felt like a sweet revenge against Toshiro, for abandoning her so cruelly before. The thought faded quick as her hand started to slip and it began to feel like a real struggle to hold on for her life.

Soon she ran out of strength and her fingers slipped from the railing, plunging her down to the dark night sky, an empty void. The wind ripped her hair in different directions and her face and eyes hurt. Her legs felt like getting tied and her arms yanked uncomfortably back and forth, becoming more and more painful every time, It took her a moment to realize that she was spinning uncontrollably around in the air while dropping down full speed.

In every revolution around, she caught a glimpse of lights in the middle of the pitch black. She barely could figure out that they were lights of a city down below. She was dropping straight into it, without a hope of surviving the fall. She knew she was going to die.

The ground slammed against her face and her body full force, hitting the hard surface of concrete slab walkway. The hit was hard, but weirdly there was no pain. Not at all. She opened her eyes and saw how the concrete had shattered underneath her. The smell of gun powder and– blood. She tried to look around but the world was spinning in her eyes. There were buildings around her. A body of a man lying next to her and another young woman in front of them. She looked terrified, pointing at Gabrielle, who couldn't make out what she was saying. Her ears rang so hard from the hit.

She tried to get up but for some reason she couldn't. Looking down her body she realized, that she didn't have legs. They had been torn off, just like back in–

What was she doing back in in Paris again, she wondered in her head. She looked back at the panicking young girl, and saw a group of armed men approaching far behind her. She needed the pistol of her security guard lying dead next to him, but something was wrong. She couldn't find it anywhere, and the men were coming closer. They were going to kill the girl, she knew it.

"Gabe?" asked a familiar male voice. It was Toshiro. "What are you doing here?"

Fear and disbelief tore a hole into Gabrielle's guts as she watched him coming out of the shadows, into view. It could't have been him.

"No. It can't be you!" She screamed. "NO!"

Toshiro grabbed the girl, while the other men secured his back. He hung her up from her throat and the girl tried everything to kick and punch him to get loose. It was useless. He stuck a gun to her face. Gabrielle felt in her own soul how scared it made the girl. Toshiro fired the gun inside her mouth. A small hole appeared into the back of her head with a spray of blood and the girl suddenly stopped moving. The body dropped next to Gabrielle. She knew she was meant to save that girl and now she was dead.

She felt her entire life collapsing in front of her. In panic she crawled to the dead body, trying to examine her if she was still alive. While drowning in the pool of blood of her own and the dead girl's, she had to give up all hope and let go of the girl. She turned to lie on her back, exhausted.

Toshiro towered over her shoulders, staring down to his blood soaked fiancé.

"Why?" Gabrielle asked him, using her last remnants of energy to cry out her hopelessness and frustration.

"Because of you," he answered, staring at her blankly.

"What? You– I know you wouldn't..."

Toshiro kneeled down over Gabrielle. He grabbed her hand and stuck a pistol into her hand. "It is not me. It is you," he said and then dragged her hand and the gun up to his own head. He made her to push the gun barrel against his temple and made her to squeeze the trigger.

The bullet exploded out of the other side of his head, while his lifeless body crumbled onto Gabrielle's lap.

"NO!!!" she screamed in sheer horror, tears running down her face. The gun dropped down from her hand and she held his body tightly in her lap, so he wouldn't drop down. She wondered why did this happen to her again.

Annie kneeled down next to her and put her hand on her shoulder. She stared them and didn't say anything.

Gabrielle cried and screamed, tears and spit running down her face. She twisted her face from the unbearable panic attack that took hold of her, sitting there holding Toshiro's dead body there. In the corner of her eye she saw how the pool of blood ran down the surface like a red stream.

"Here. Take this," Annie said, handing her Toshiro's pistol she had just dropped.

She took it into her hand, confused. What did she need it for? Didn't Annie pay attention what she had just done with it? Suddenly she understood. She looked at it determinedly and then started to hit her head with it. She felt how it cut into her face and broke her nose, although it didn't hurt at all. Everything began to go blurry. She had to pause, trying to reorientate. Another hit, then another. Her head started to pound and ache. Again and again she did it. Her eyes started to go dark and she felt and heard a loud crack inside her head. Her skull broke in half, but it didn't feel like anything.

Fear started to take over her. What was she doing? She stopped for a moment. Annie grabbed her shoulder again and comforted her. "It's alright." She took her hand, grabbed firmly her arm and snapped it like a twig. "It's okay," she said without any emotion. "See, it doesn't hurt at all. There's no need to be afraid."

She looked down at her hand and the gun. She took a firm grip of it, then shoved it down into her mouth, crumpling her face from panic induced fear. She opened her eyes and took a deep breath, seeing how Annie was silently nodding to her smiling and tightening her grip on her shoulder. She shut her eyes and quickly squeezed the trigger.

She startled and her body jolted like she'd had an electric shock. She felt drowsy and disoriented, until she figured out that she was lying on the bed and was looking at the window scene sideways. The half-moon trying its best to poke through some clouds invading the otherwise clear horizon. The pillow was still in her lap, tight in her grip as it was before she had fallen asleep.

The dream– it felt weird. She couldn't get it out of her mind, and it kept her awake for a long while. She was afraid she'd dive back into it, to the horror that she felt and saw in there.

She got up to pull away the blanket to dive in under it. The pillow was firmly in her lap the whole time. Once she settled back into the bed, she rolled over to her other side, and lied motionless under cover of the blanket, but she did not sleep.