The images keep coming back to me. Over and over again I see them. I'm not sure what they mean, but here they are.

I leep seeing a man and woman, huddled low to the ground, holding each other as jets scream above them. One after another they fly above. The woman clutches herself to the man, feeling scared. She starts crying and she looks at him. All he can do is stare back blankly though. He knows what she wants to hear; she wants to hear that everything will be ok. That they'll walk away from this, together. But he doesn't know if he can keep lying. He looks up, and the sky turns red. His eyes stay locked on the sky, and that's where the image ends.