Monologue Of Claire

I seem to have fallen asleep in spite of myself. The sound of the turbo engine of the V-Tol has woken me up. I was dreaming. No. I was having a terrible nightmare. I'm drenched in sweat, and my heart is thumping in my throat. The dream is fading away rapidly just like a dream always does. Then only the memory of fear and deep sorrow remain. To my surprise, I seem to have been crying. In the cockpit, Steve is controlling the plane. The nightmare has gone far behind. What do I have to fear? Why should I be sad? We're safe, for we got away from the cause of so much fear and sorrow. The island...

I can see the warm sunlight coming into the cockpit, as if it erases the darkness. There are dolphins jumping on the surface of the sea below. However, the fragments of the nightmare never leave my mind. The scenes I dreamed of are surfacing one by one. I was dreaming of the island. I was fighting just like I did a while ago, just like I did together with Steve. But the dream was about the unfold in a different way, in the worst way. My farewell to Steve... That is a reality that could've happened... if anything had gone wrong... But it didn't. We won this future. We have escaped from the island of death. It's time I forgot the nightmare. It's time I talked with Steve. The sky is bright with sunlight.

It's becoming brighter and brighter. I wonder why he doesn't turn around? Now it's too bright as if I'm in a white blanket of fog.

Was it just a dream? I don't know.. I'm in a while blanket.

I wonder why he doesn't turn around. Is what I believe to be reality real? The steady sound of the engine of the V-Tol has become louder and louder like the noise from a swinging axe, and I realize that I'm waking up.