I decided that it was early enough to sleep for an hour or two before everybody else woke up. I thought it was a good idea. It seemed like a good idea.

But Rory can to me in my sleep, changing my life more than Lily did.

They were sitting on a small room in the darkness, reading a book. I don't know how I got there. Maybe it was a dream about an old middle school dance, and I entered the bathroom and walked into this, or maybe I was at the dentist and they reached into my mouth and my mouth was this dark room. 

Besides, I wasn't focused on how I got there. Only that Rory was there and I could apologize and tell them about Lily and everything I've learned.

"So. You've figured it out."

I didn't know how Rory could tell. But he sounded so...

mad.

 I bit on the inside of my cheek but I still cried. 

A tear fell on the ground and the floor rippled and rocked like water.

"I don't have any time. But Odila, go to the orphanage. Something is coming."

"I don't know where to go!" I'm mad now, because of Rory showing up and not even saying hi. I'm mad a lot. I need some help with that, maybe.

Rory gives me a piece of paper. His image wavers like a pond disturbed by a rock. Every other word they say is quieter. "Trust her. Lily. Don't let her go."

In all of the serious talk, I huffed. "I wasn't going to. Jeez."

They glared at me. "Get your smartmouth back home Odila. Time's almost up."

I blanch. "Wait-I need to talk to you!"

"Yeah I know. Love you!"

"You bi-"

I woke up, with the piece of paper Rory gave me clutched in my hand.

"Godammit."