I wasn't looking forward to the next day when I went to bed that night. Not only did Louis have to go back to the Rift for his lessons, but I had to go to the hospital to turn in the heart monitor and have a check-up. No matter how magical the museum was, the next day would suck, no matter what optimism I would try and think about.

Louis was particularly crushed after we came home from the museum at the fact that he couldn't come with me as support to the hospital, settling with giving me his blue beanie that smelled like his shampoo as a piece of him instead.

So here I was, leaned up in annoyance against the silver walls of the Seattle hospital elevator with the heart monitor in hand and Louis' beanie on my head. Dad fiddled with medical papers in his hands, tired eyes looking over forms he has had to fill out too many times before, before leading me to the cardio ward's check-up center.

There weren't many people there, but my heart swelled with emotion when I saw a little boy who couldn't be more than six playing with his toy train on the ground, a heart monitor by his side and wires sticking out from his shirt. His mother was reading medical pamphlets in a chair by him, taking a moment every now and then to sneak a glance at her son happily playing with his trains, like if she didn't check he would just dissipate into thin air.

Dad must have caught me staring, because he nudged me in the side with his elbow.

"He's cute, isn't he? I remember when you were that age. All you wanted me to play with you was tea party, fancy clothes and everything." Dad chuckled, his humor not quite catching on with me.

"He's barely six." I almost whispered, my eyes unable to look away from the heartbreaking sight in front of me.

"And he's got a lot of life ahead of him." Dad whispered back, a small smile on his face as he looked at the boy.

"How do you know?"

"I'm secretly psychic." Dad whispered back, chuckling as I lightly hit his arm. "But seriously, I just have a feeling everything in life is gonna be okay for him."

"Mira Lane?" An assistant to Dr. Ellington called out my name just then, clad in light blue scrubs and clipboard with my entire medical history in her arms. I got up to follow her to my check-up room, Dad following until he was about to pass the little boy. He kneeled down next to the boy and I watched as Dad did what he did best: make people better, emotionally and physically.

"I like those trains, I used to have some when I was younger too." He told the small boy, the boy's mother smiling at him as Dad asked to see one of the model trains. The boy happily obliged, shoving multiple trains into Dad's arms and proceeding to show him his little conductor figurine that went with the set. Dad laughed before setting the trains down and taking the conductor in his hand, leaning in close to the boy to tell him something I couldn't hear.

"As long as you keep the conductor close, your trains won't wreck. Always keep him close, and nothing bad will happen." He assured the boy after he finished his secret talk, the boy's eager brown eyes were wide with amazement as he stared at his conductor figure. Dad got up and winked at the boy, ignoring my questions when he followed me into the check-up room. I could've sworn I saw the conductor shimmering with a golden hue, but when I looked again, the conductor was back to its normal color and the boy was still playing with his trains.

The check-up went as I expected: charts, tests, more charts, and more questions I've been asked so many times before. Dr. Ellington determined that I was fine (which I already knew) and that I could go home without an ICD as long as I stayed calm.

The ride back home was long and torturous, especially when I knew I wouldn't see Louis the whole day. I pulled the beanie a little more snug on my head at the thought, sighing as I saw the heavy rain droplets falling over Briarwood when we got back in town. They sky was a dark and angry grey, and occasionally lightning would crack in the sky, loud thunder echoing amongst the heavens.

Dad had found out that one of the power lines to the cabin had been downed when the storm started from none other than Mr. Winchester, which made me groan even more. There was no power to the cabin at all when we reached it, the formerly lit and inviting rooms dark and mysterious.

I didn't have anything to do, so I did what any teenager would do: sleep.

I had actually been starting a new book (I was on a roll) on the couch when my eyelids began to feel extremely heavy, the book dropping from my hands and onto my stomach as I fell into a deep slumber, my dream unlike one I had ever had before.

I was in a place I hadn't ever been before, the ceilings high and domed, golden pillars stretching up high along the circular walls. Intricate artwork was painted over the ceiling, and I felt like I was in the Sistine Chapel with the beautiful decorations and detail.

I stared in awe at the building around me, looking down afterwards to find shimmering golden tiles on the floor. As I turned around, I was taken aback at the sight of a huge window, glass plated like in my room. I walked over to the window, my jaw dropping as I stared at a city below me that seemed magical.

All kinds of buildings seemed crammed together, the city a conglomerate of houses, businesses, and recreational places. Brick houses laid next to small shops and parks seemed to stretch on for miles. You could see people from the chapel that was placed high up among the city, the highest peak in the glittering and busy place.

People walked side by side or hurried through the busy crowd, happy as could be with the sun shining down on them. My hand pressed against the glass as I watched all the people walk around.

My eyes widened at the different kinds of people I saw. Elderly people smiled and laughed with people with crazily colored hair and swirling tattoos, children racing around without a care in the world. Everyone was at peace with one another, there was no need for fighting.

Just then, I heard the sound of a door closing next to me. I jumped a little in fright before turning to see the back of a woman walking towards the center of the room.

She wore a long golden capelet, the fabric trailing behind her, hood hidden underneath long dark hair. She didn't turn around, so I couldn't see her face.

I heard the softest of voices talking, the woman's most likely, but I had no idea who she was talking to.

"See this?" She cooed, looking down. "You'll be spending a lot of time here. Don't worry, I'll teach you how to use it when you're older."

She must be talking to a child, a baby maybe? Her arms were brought in close to her, her head looking up at the beautiful ceiling.

I moved slowly, not wanting to startle the woman. I carefully began walking up to her, but she kept moving forward.

"You'll make us all so proud, my baby girl. Someday, you'll make us proud to have such a strong one like you." The woman lovingly said, a small sound being heard from within in her arms afterwards.

Suddenly the woman stiffened up, back completely straight and head held high. I almost wondered if she had heard me, so I thought it best to introduce myself.

"Excuse me?" I started. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. My name is Mira."

But the woman didn't seem to hear me. She turned and rushed to the window, and I saw a baby wrapped in golden blankets in her arms. One of her hands reached out to press against the glass, and I took the opportunity of her being distracted to see her face. I quickly ran over to her, my eyes catching sight of her face once I reached her.

Dark blue eyes were trained on the city below her, mouth pressed into a thin line of worry.

Mom?

My eyes widened with realization that if this was Mom, then the baby must be...

I snuck a glance at the small baby in her arms, staring into the light grey eyes Dad had always told me I had had as an infant until they changed to Mom's color.

Me...this was me?

"They're coming." Mom whispered, and with that, she swiftly turned and ran out of the beautiful building, carrying me in her arms safe and sound.

I was confused as to who was coming until I turned to see the outskirts of the city beginning to burn with a bright orange blaze. Suddenly the happy people I had seen earlier screamed and ran away in fright, people dressed in all black chasing them and setting more buildings on fire.

What was going on?

I woke up with a start, heart pounding and hands shaking. My eyes were wide, hands quickly knocking the book off of me as I sat up.

What was that? That wasn't a normal dream, it felt much more realistic and familiar. Which brought me back to thinking...why were Mom and I in it?

Maybe I was delusional, maybe I was only dreaming of something I wanted so badly to be true. I most certainly wouldn't have dreamed of a city like that though. That city had a magic touch to it, and I had never seen one on Earth like it.

I was broken out of my thoughts by Dad calling out to me from the kitchen that dinner was ready, my mind still puzzled over the strange dream as I got up from the couch and walked to the table.

A/N: Dedication goes out to @not_famous_ for commentating that she can't wait for updates and gets super excited when she gets a notification for it. Enjoy!

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