Doors, doors and more doors. That's all Della was seeing. For weeks now she had been having the same recurring dream. At first it was a welcome change, no had died in her dreams since she woke up with the tape in her hand. Still the dream was foreboding.
It always started the same way. Running through the halls of Dreamwood, very low to the ground. But every time she tried to open one they were locked. At first this didn’t seem to bother Della. But as she passed more and more doors she started to feel trapped. And she wasn’t the only one in the hall. Ghostly figures with darkened shapes hung in the doorways of the rooms she couldn’t reach.
Della didn’t remember falling asleep but she knew she was dreaming. Only instead of running through the halls she felt more as if she was floating. Was she slowly become one of the spectors, so lost unable to find their way home? Was she being sucked down in their turmoil? She tried to look down at her figure, to see if she was still there, but her gaze was fixed on the never ending hallway in front of her. She floated on, noting that the blue and gray optics had taken on a new white tint.
As she went down the hallway she noticed a particularly white door. Not expecting anything, she twisted the handle. To her amazement the door opened into a bright white room. People were bustling about over something in the middle of the room. Or was it someone. Della tried to inch forward but was pushed out of view by the attendees. Determined, she crawled under their legs and looked up to find herself. Her hair was matted and was that blood...?
She was thrown back into reality. She started to remember everything. How she had planned to view the tape that evening. How she had ordered take out from the Chinese place, steamed dumplings, her favorite. How she had broken into the fortune cookie to find “April showers bring May flowers. Metaphorically.” That it was this phrase she was pondering when she was out early in the morning looking for Boo, as she had done every day since his disappearance. How she had been so lost in thought that she stepped out in front of a moving vehicle... The last thing she was was glass raining from the sky.