Poet awoke quickly. Her heart was racing and her skin wet with sweat. Was it a dream or a memory? She could not tell. The figure standing infront of the door way to the Sanctuary was familiar, but whom he was escaped her. The assassin ran her fingers through her ebony tresses and she laid back down upon the bed. Her hands rested on her stomach as she stared up at the ceiling. The words "I'll be waiting for you..." echoed in her thoughts before she drifted off back to sleep.

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