Although Doris was curled up in Westley's arms, she slept restlessly. This was due to a recurring, ongoing dream that she was having, where she was being chased. When she looked behind her, she couldn't see who was behind her, but she could hear their footsteps. It was dark in her dream, and she was barefoot. There were thorns and shards of broken glass on the floor, but she knew that she couldn't let her pain impede her flight. She was panting and sweating, and her feet were cut and scraped, but she kept running. It was so bad that she was exhausted when she woke up, and her limbs were sore.
As Doris sat up, she was startled to discover that Westley was no longer in bed with her. She sat up, and she was about to call his name, but then her phone rang. She picked it up from off her night
