Within the fog inside her head, she dreams. And in the dreams there are hundreds of cameras, all clicking, whirring, flashing. She's running and the cameras are chasing her, their lens' forming maniacal smirks that lead to fits of demonic laughter erupting from them. Their tripods trying to grab her, all the while the flashbulbs from hell going off all around her.

She comes to with a start, pushing away at the awful smell she knows to be smelling salts. Dazed and confused she blinks her eyes a few times to clear them and suddenly looks up into the most amazing grey eyes she's every seen. All she can do is stare into them. She takes in his kind face, his wavy red hair, his nearness as he holds her, the warmth of his hands and she trembles.