Finishing up making the tea, I start to look through the cabinets for the cups when I hear a scream coming from upstairs. Grabbing a sharp knife, I race up the stairs to Dana's room. Quickly opening the door, I jump into the room looking around for an intruder. Not seeing anyone in the room other than Dana curled up on the bed, I lower the knife, and slowly walk over to her.
Dana? Are you alright? I ask her. Slowly, I reach out to touch her shoulder.