RED IS THE COLOUR OF ROMANCE, IT IS ALSO THE COLOUR OF MY BLOOD. "ERYN!" And she awoke to her voice. "What the fuck are you still doing here, man?!" Eryn's face began to tremble, slowly, her shaky hands raising. "Jane..." Her voice cracked. Eryn's hands rose to Jane's face. Touching it, feeling the soft skin on her cheecks. It was the first thing she felt, in a very long time. "Jane... yo--you're alive..." She said it as if it were the most reliving thing in the world. She began laughing, "Yeah, well it's nothing new..." Then she said, "I guess you fell asleep in your car, man." It was true. It was the morning after she spoke to Jane. Eryn looked around and saw she was in her car. The same black SUV she drove home the night before Jane killed herself. But none of that happened. A dream. A dream which consisted of four months but created in less then a second. "Oh Jane..." she croaked. She could feel the vomit coming to her throat, but she forced it down. The words were more important. "...Janey... I know what happened... I know about Chad.. I know about the twins.. the asylum, thats why you went away for a few months.. it wasnt a vacation... and i know about Mick... oh, god, I know it all." Jane's smile faded. "You read the diaries, didn't you?" "Janey..." Eryn laughed. "If you only knew."