"I don't believe this," the lady with the red bandana retrieves her hand from the other two. "This makes no sense. There's no way that - "
"It is the truth," Granny Ruth sighs. "You are as he says..."
"But how - "
"Helen..." the man's hand reaches out to the younger woman. "Please understand. I've always wanted you to know."
She pulls away again. "I don't know what to believe."
The porch fades to an opaque fog as the same woman's face appears - the one with white hair and large, piercing silver eyes. Her mouth never opens but her voice is solid, strong.
"Wake up, Fallon... you must awake."
Her white hair blows around her, billowing in the unfelt breeze.
"You must awake now."
Suddenly her eyes widen, the silver overwhelming into two shining lights that erase everything else.
"AWAKE, FALLON!"
"Breakfast will be served in ten minutes," Salva's voice pulls me from sleep.