(Author's POV)
'Fabian~ … no~ …. don't go. FABIAN~ …' Myra screamed after him as tears streamed down her face, yet his body kept fading into small fragments right in front of her eyes. Her fingers brushed against thin air.
"Myra~ … Myra~ …." Elio's voice pulled her from her deep sleep. Startled, she opened her eyes and looked around, breathless. Despite the air conditioning, sweat covered her forehead, and even her back was drenched. She observed Brave and Elio, who looked at her with serious concern, which was understandable.
Brave asked, "Myra~ … are you okay? Your face looks pale."
Myra's mind was still foggy, swirling with the vision she had just seen. She didn't respond, only blinking confusedly.
Elio quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, leaning over to check her temperature. He touched her forehead and exclaimed, "Myra~ … you're cold. We should immediately go to a hospital."
