[No, it wouldn't. It would probably make her sick. As sick as she feels now, thinking about how her future could hold a pin being stuck through her eye socket. She breathes in slowly and out slowly again, and again, she's lost track of how many times.]
So these things I'm having nightmares about-- they actually happened to me? [The color is draining out of Elizabeth's face, but she has to know.] I shouldn't be dreaming about them, though. They haven't happened to me yet, I shouldn't have those images in my head.
[Action] March 25th
[No, it wouldn't. It would probably make her sick. As sick as she feels now, thinking about how her future could hold a pin being stuck through her eye socket. She breathes in slowly and out slowly again, and again, she's lost track of how many times.]
So these things I'm having nightmares about-- they actually happened to me? [The color is draining out of Elizabeth's face, but she has to know.] I shouldn't be dreaming about them, though. They haven't happened to me yet, I shouldn't have those images in my head.