The room was the same. And she was alone.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she switched off the light again, tossed her robe across her feet, and huddled down under the covers. She could feel her eyes drooping…the room receding around her, a soft whirl of blackness, a soft murmur of sound…like surf…the faraway sighing of the sea…

“Don’t struggle,” the voice said…“Don’t…it’ll be easier if you don’t struggle…”

But the roaring came again like it always did, that growing surge of indistinct sound and a scream, muffled, distant—

“Don’t…struggle…”

But she was struggling…great gasps of air from lungs bursting and that split second, that terrifying instant of realization as strength gave out and water poured in, black and sickening and endless…always endless…

“Don’t…” the voice was fading again, and this time the face flashed, only a second, wavy in the water, eyes staring, saying her name, Kelsey, Kelsey…don’t struggle…as everything was fading, as her very life was fading…ending…

“Dad! Help me! Oh, please, somebody help!”

She was standing beside her bed, only she didn’t remember climbing out—just standing there with her arms wrapped around herself, shaking, freezing, just slipped out of a nightmare—

She sobbed and raised her eyes in the dark, put her palms flat against the French doors—

And saw the black eyes staring back at her from the other side.

Kelsey wasn’t sure what happened next. In a daze, she heard screaming—doors banging and feet running, and suddenly a deep voice, furious, as the French doors burst open.

“What the hell’s going on!”

And then another voice spoke, quiet and very close, “I think she was having a nightmare—you shouldn’t have scared her like that.”

“Scared her! Beth’s dead out there somewhere, it’s nearly two in the morning, and I hear a scream—and I’m supposed to stop and think about not scaring someone—”

“Well, you knew I was here, didn’t you?”

“With no lights on? I didn’t think anyone was here!”

“You should have had your key,” the quiet voice said.

“You should have left a door unlocked.”

The voices, the room, the light—everything was pulling back into place at last. To Kelsey’s surprise she saw Justin’s arm around her shoulders, and then, framed in the French doors, she saw Neale.

He looked as if he hated her.

Dropping her eyes, Kelsey stammered, “Oh…I thought—”

“It’s okay, he was just trying to get in. He forgot his key, and our room opens onto the deck like this one.” Justin gave her a little shake and smiled. “You must have had a nightmare. Think you can get back to sleep?”

Kelsey nodded, avoiding Neale’s stare. “Yes, I think so. I’m really sorry—I—”

“Don’t worry about it. Just get some rest, okay?”

“Okay.” Neale was so dark there in the doorway, his eyes so black, so piercing. He made her feel trapped, as if he could see through walls and around corners and in the dark.

“Good-night, then.” Justin stood up, smiling, and she couldn’t help smiling back.