The second part to this imagine especially for lisaflowerchild. I hope that it doesn't disappoint.

"(Y/n) woke with a start, sweat dripping from her body as she reached out her trembling hand to find the switch for the lamp on her bedside table. She had been having this same strange recurring dream for weeks, the dream always ending in the death of a couple, of which, (Y/n) always had this terrible feeling that she was the young woman.

She looked over at the alarm clock, groaning loudly as she saw that it was only 3am, and it would now be impossible for her to get back to sleep. With a heavy sigh, (Y/n) removed the damp bed sheets from her body, and headed for the bathroom, needing a shower to wash away the perspiration from her skin.

No matter what she tried, every night she would wake; every night she would need to shower and change the bedlinen before she could try and settle again, only to find that her mind was filled with the face of the man from her dream.

(Y/n) looked in the mirror, brushing her wet hair back behind her ears. She could swear that the dark circles under her eyes were getting darker by the minute, she could swear that she had only had a couple of hours of sleep a night since this whole thing started, and she had no idea how to make it stop.

As she climbed into the shower, the hot water soothing her muscles which always seemed to have got tighter during the night, making it feel as if she had just run a horizontal marathon. (Y/n) couldn't help but think about the face of the man from the dream. She had to admit that he was strangely handsome, with quite pleasing features that were complimented by the sweetest and most loving pair of eyes that she had ever seen. There was something about him that seemed so familiar, something that felt as if she had known him all her life, and she had hated the idea that she would only ever see him in her dreams.

Dragging her tired body from the shower, (Y/n) dried, and changed the linen before making her way into the kitchen. As much as she hated to admit it, the only thing keeping her going was several good, strong, cups of coffee a day, and as she brewed her first pot, she couldn't help but hope that her upcoming day at work wouldn't be too taxing.

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Harvey looked at Ed as he and Jim walked into the lab in the police department. Ed muttering to himself about a recurring dream and how it felt as though it was more the memory of a previous life rather the anything else. The two detectives listening, agog, as the forensic scientist continued to mumble.

"Geez Nygma. Ya look like crap." Harvey chuckled, as Ed looked up. Finally realising that he was no longer alone, but not knowing how long the two other men had been standing there watching him.

"I er...........not sleeping well. Strange things happening..........." Ed began to ramble as he stood up from his desk and walked over to where Harvey and Jim stood.

"Maybe you have this Egypt fever that everyone is going on about, Nygma. Since some Archaeologists or something found this unopened tomb in Egypt a few weeks ago of some supposedly undiscovered princess, everyone seems to have gone a little more crazy than usual. Though if ya ask me, it's just another one of those passing fads. Though I must admit that I wouldn't mind finding some beautiful, mysterious princess myself." Harvey chuckled, as Jim watched Ed look through his filing cabinet for the file that he and Harvey needed. The doctor only just registering what the older man had said.

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"So, did you have it again?" Penelope asked, as she took a seat at (Y/n)'s desk, the blonde always seeming far happier than any normal person should be.

"Yes, it happened again." (Y/n) moaned, as she dropped her half eaten sandwich into the bin.

One day (Y/n) had found herself telling the bubbly young woman next to her all about the dream she had been having, feeling the need to tell someone, anyone, about the strange nocturnal occurrences, and even though Penelope had proved not to be of much assistance, the fact that (Y/n) had been able to unburden herself had helped in some way; the only problem being that ever since then, Penelope had insisted on asking (Y/n) every lunchtime about whether she had had the dream the night before.

"So, was he still as cute?" Penelope asked, as she peeled the top off her yogurt, looking expectantly at (Y/n).

"He doesn't change, Pen. He looks exactly the same every night. You know...... it's really weird. It's like it's not a dream at all but a memory, a memory of a, well........ a memory of a previous life, my previous life." (Y/n) explained with a sigh, looking up at the woman next to her, who suddenly seemed to have become even more animated than usual.

"Ooooooo, I just love things like that; you know, reincarnation, tarot, ghosts, all that kind of thing. Have you ever thought that maybe if you are here, in this time and this place, then maybe this Entef, or at least his reincarnation is also here, and something has awoken the memories inside you that have just been waiting to get out?" Penelope asked, for the first time seeming to actually be making some kind of sense.

(Y/n) thought for a moment, she wasn't necessarily a believer in what many people would call, mumbo jumbo, but reincarnation was definitely something that seemed to have an air of plausibility about it, or at least it did in this respect.

"Do you really think that Entef could be here in Gotham, now?" (Y/n) asked, suddenly wondering why she had never thought of that possibility before.

"Well, like I said, if you're here, why not him? Maybe he's only just arrived in town, or maybe you or he have done something, and that's why you're having this vision. Who knows, he could be having the dreams too. Maybe it has something to do with you being transferred to the police department tomorrow." Penelope explained, smiling broadly as a hopefully glint came to (Y/n)'s eye.

"Nah, I doubt it." (Y/n) finally groaned, realising that the chances of actually meeting a man of her dreams was just wishful thinking.

"I'm not that lucky, Pen. Anyway, it's a dream, just a dumb dream. For some reason my brain has got the damn thing stuck, I'm sure that sooner or later it will stop, plus the chances of me actually meeting a man that would come anywhere near this guy would probably be several billion to one." (Y/n) sighed, as Penelope put her arm around her.

"Well, they do say that there are over seven billion people on this planet, so there is still a chance." Penelope chuckled, before making her way back over to her desk, leaving (Y/n) to wonder whether there could actually be someone out there in the stinking city that she called home, that could also be having these strange dreams.

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Ed had had a long day. Normally he was used to working on not much sleep, his mind filled up with work, or trying to keep Edward under control, but even for him, this was getting a little much. All day his thoughts had been plagued by what Bullock had said about the Egyptian tomb that was discovered around about the same time as his strange visions had started, and he had begun to reason that his brain had just locked onto this report and the Egyptian craze that had sprung up around it, and that his mind had created this intricate dream; but still there was something that made him feel like it was all real. And if he was going to be truthful there was part of him that hoped that the man in his visions was him. That in a previous life he had been a vizier, an astronomer, and that he had once had a woman that loved him enough to die with him.

Luckily the day had not been too taxing, there had been a couple of bodies, but one had come in late, and now Ed found himself having to run to try and catch the later bus than the one he was used to, hoping that it wouldn't be too busy.

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(Y/n) made her way down to the foyer of the building where she worked; the day had been long, and she had spent most of the afternoon wondering whether Penelope's idea about reincarnation could actually be a plausible reason for her dream, part of her thinking that the whole idea was utterly preposterous, the other half hoping that it could all be true, and that someone out there was the modern day version of the man she would see every night.

"Hi (Y/n)." A voice called out, as she stepped out of the elevator.

Most of the building was quiet, as (Y/n) had found herself having to work late to make sure that she had finished some report or another for the next day. And as it was her last day, she wanted to make sure that left nothing incomplete. So, the cheery greeting from the old night security guard was an acknowledgment that put a soft smile on her face.

"Oh, hi Frank. What are you watching?" (Y/n) asked, as she peered over the top of the desk, expecting the old man to be watching his usual football game.

"It's that Egyptian tomb they found; they say that they will be making their first attempt at trying to open the thing tomorrow. News is reporting that they have found a name on the door seal, it's supposed to belong to some princess by the name of.........."

"Amenset." (Y/n) said softly, interrupting Frank in his explanation, not needing to see the screen to know what the Egyptologists had found.

"Er yeah...... how did you know? They only just found out." Frank asked, looking strangely at (Y/n) as she suddenly seemed to drop against his desk.

"I er....... I don't know. Maybe it was something I read somewhere. Um, anyway, I better go, I got to try and catch this bus. Thanks for everything Frank. I'll be sure to pop in and say hi once I'm settled at the police department." (Y/n) said, as she suddenly rushed from the building, leaving Frank to scratch his head.

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"HEY!" (Y/n) shouted out just as the doors to the bus began to close, thanking the driver as she managed to jump onboard before the vehicle made its way to the next stop.

The bus was surprisingly full, and she found herself squeezing past people to try and find something solid she could cling to so that she didn't fall over as soon as the driver had to come to a sudden halt.

Finally, she was able to grab one of the poles, feeling slightly uncomfortable as other people pressed up against her, making her regret ever having agreed to work late. Her usual bus was normally quite quiet, and the same people seemed to take it every day, but this, well this just made her want to get off and walk the goodness knows how many blocks home.

Without warning the bus came to a sudden stop, the occupants all seeming to be thrown unceremoniously forward, as the tires squealed, and the driver screamed all manner of profanities at the driver of the car in front of him.

Straightening herself, (Y/n) gripped onto the pole again, trying to steady herself as the bus moved on once more.

"Oh........I'm sorry." A soft nervous voice apologised, as a hand gripped hers, (Y/n) turning to assure whoever it was that had accidentally tried to hold on to her spot on the pole that it was alright.

As she turned her eyes grew wide as she saw the man's face. It was the face of the man from her dreams, the face of the man that she had hoped was not just confined to her nocturnal visions.

"Entef?" (Y/n) tentatively asked, as she looked into the man's sweet, sad eyes, the man finding that he could say only one thing in reply.

"My Amenset."