"Why now?" Helen asks, tugging on her red bandanna. Her hand shakes as she brings the cigarette back to her mouth and inhales, a cloud of smoke rising as she pulls away.
"You are of age," Granny Ruth explains. "At twenty-five, you're able to protect yourself mentally. Before now... if you were exposed to the truth...you would be vulnerable."
"You wouldn't have the strength or knowledge to block out intruders," the man adds, his familiar mouth frowning, "your inexperience would lead them straight to you."
"Who?"
"The others..."
"Why is that bad? If they're like you..."
"They're not. There are some who wish to do you harm."
"Why?"
"Because of me. Because... I am to blame."
They fade as the silver eyes take over everything, white flowing hair billowing around her face. She encompasses everything, all light shining through her, her mouth still as her voice rings, "You must awake now, Fallon."
"How?" I ask.
"You must open your eyes. Awake and see the truth."