Grace had decided to lay low for a while. She didn't want to end up going to a shrink. Until she can figure out what is going on, this was her new reality now. Not that she wanted it to be so, she knew deep in her heart, that this was wrong. So, Grace busied herself with normal, or what she could remember of her old "normal", Grace spent most of her time drawing. And if she wasn't doing that, she was playing with her dog, Dip, out in yard. Garret would join them most of the time, other times he and Grace would be playing on their game system together. Yes, this was her old normal. The normal without the dragons, with her uncle Tom, and... without Mason.

Every few minutes Grace would look at her phone to see if Mason had sent her one of his iconic and ridiculous texts. But they never appeared. She had even scrolled through her contact list to see if she still had his number. She didn't. Not even her new best friend's, Cami, number. It was all too strange. If only I had committed either of their numbers to memory, Grace had thought looking glumly at her phone. Grace's parents, keeping a close eye on their daughter, have noticed the change in Grace. She wasn't the Grace that they knew. And this had concerned them. "Give her a chance to adapt," the doctor said over the phone when they called. "She's still probably in withdrawn from her dream reality." Her parents, not liking the idea, accepted it nonetheless.

One late afternoon, Grace had gotten bored watching tv with Garret and decided to get her drawing kit from her room. She walked up the stairs and towards her room. As she walked to her room, she passed her parent's bedroom where she heard her mother speaking on the phone with someone. But not just anyone. "I don't know what to do, Thomas." Grace heard her mother say and making her pause by the closed bedroom door.

"Well, what do you except me to do?" Grace heard her uncle say on the phone. He's on speaker, Grace confirmed because she could hear her mother pacing in the bedroom. "What is it that Grace exactly said or did?" Tom said through the speaker.

"She mentioned you, the cat... and... Brimstone, and... Firestone..." Her mother said hesitantly. "I-I don't even know how she even knows their names! It frightens me to think that."

"Mmmm," Tom hummed. "Is it possible that before her accident you might have slipped up and mentioned them?"

"What? No, never, I'm always careful with this stuff." Grace could hear more pacing coming from her mother.

"Well, Grace does bare the mark, it is possible that during her coma some type of power within her gave her some type of vision that somehow became her reality? Now that is just an educational guess, Lauren, but it's the only one I got." There was silence between the two and Grace knew her mother was thinking. It was Tom who broke the silence. "Maybe it is time that she knew."

"No!" Her mother said sharply. "No," she again more softly. "I will not bring Grace into that mess. Not after what happened with me. I cannot allow her to get hurt."

"You're only preventing her from becoming what she is destined to be."

"I don't care, Thomas, I just don't."

"Sorry to hear that, sister, you ask for my advice, and I gave it to you...." Tom paused for a moment. "I know you got a lot on your mind right now, but I have to go." Grace heard her mother sigh.

"Alright," she said. "And you'll let me know if you find anything?"

"Of course." Tom said sincerely. "Love you."

"Love you too, bye." And the conversation ended. Grace heard her mother shuffle her way to the door. Quickly and quietly, Grace made a beeline to her room. She had just barely made it when her mother opened the door and went downstairs. So I'm not crazy , Grace thought peeking her head out of her door. The only question is, what the heck is going on?