"I have to kill him on my own." A couple of seconds later there's the wet squelch of her dream self stabbing her attacker repeatedly. Ellie watches with a cold and detached look on her face. It takes a lot of effort to keep it there.

"You can't help with anything here. It's only a fucked up dream."

She doesn't trust adults. Male adults make her more apprehensive now, thanks to David. It's nothing personal. But in all of her fourteen years she's never wanted to run away from a conversation so fast.