Author Note: This is a first draft and is yet to be edited.

The cottage had a relaxed air about it, the tension from Charlie's nightmare had lifted and Lavinia was feeling lighter, the way she always did after telling Charlie more about Dolly.

They had drifted away from dreams and Dolly and arguments in the bedroom and were talking of nothing, nothing and everything really. What colour should Charlie paint his kitchen? The current orange colour looked old and tired and in places was flaking from the wall.

Charlie was laughing, Lavinia was laughing also, and neither of them really knew why; they were just friends in each other's company and in that moment were very happy indeed.

"What about Yellow?" Said Charlie? His long legs stretched out on a kitchen chair.

Lavinia had made herself at home and was making tea by the kitchen sink she had her back to Charlie and would occasionally and casually turn her head to respond to him.

"Don't you have to be a really happy sort of person to have a yellow kitchen, ya know cheerful?" Said Lavinia.

Charlie sat up straight.

"I'm cheerful," he said.

Lavinia laughed loudly.

"Oh yeah you're a riot," she snorted.

Lavinia began pouring the tea.

Charlie was still sat at the kitchen table, he was mildly offended but mostly he hated the fact that she was right.

"You know something, I'm so thirsty, my mouth is so dry, all I can taste salt," said Lavinia.

She smacked her lips together with a frown.

"Well, hurry up with that tea then?" Charlie Grinned over at her.

Lavinia finished making the tea and began walking them over in Charlie's direction.

"Are you alright? You look sort of funny," He said.

Lavinia put the cups down.

"I don't know Charlie, I don't, I don't..." Lavinia began to reach for her chest; suddenly Charlie noticed her eyes went from happy and relaxed to wild and desperate looking.

"Charlie I don't think I can breathe," she managed to get out.

He stood up and within in two steps he was next to her and reaching for his medical bag.

As Lavinia began to rasp, water began to trickle from her lips not saliva but water. Slow at first and then faster and faster until the water was pouring from her nose and mouth.

She collapsed onto the hard terracotta tiles.

"Lavinia, Lavinia, can you hear me?" Charlie shook her.

Nothing.

She'd stopped breathing, her pulse was faint.

Charlie began to resuscitate her, but as he pushed on her chest more and more water rose out of her body, it was endless he didn't know what to do but he carried regardless. Not having time to wonder or stop and think why this was happing, where this water was even coming from.

The water continued to pour from her mouth and somehow Charlie didn't understand how it had covered her whole body, her hair was sopping with it, her clothes drenched and even her eyelashes had jewels hanging from their tips.

Lavinia was motionless.

Charlie was full of panic.

"Lavinia, don't do this to me, please," he cried.

He stopped pumping at her chest and even without his compressions the water continued to flow from her body.

Charlie's head fell into his hands and he just sobbed.

"I don't understand," he managed to splutter; the salty taste of the water had managed to enter his own mouth and nose.

Suddenly he felt a touch on his arm.

He looked up, his eyes red and full of tears, they trickled down his flushed cheeks.

"Dude, I'm touched!" It was Lavinia she was sat upright on his kitchen floor her green eyes bright and they were laughing at him.

Charlie's mouth hung open.

Lavinia stood up, she wobbled, and Charlie caught her and moved her to one of the kitchen chairs.

"You're dry," he said his eyes wide patting at her like you would almost dry washing.

Lavinia sighed.

"Has this happened before?" Charlie had his stethoscope out and was listening to her chest.

"No, it hasn't, I have felt things before like the bruise on my face, but this was a whole different experience, Charlie.  I think I just felt my own death, it wasn't just the water, I felt the same ache in my head that I have experienced before and this strong urge that I had that everything that was happening was so out of my control.

I think I drowned Charlie, that's how I died, I drowned and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it," Lavinia was clinging onto his checked shirt so tightly that her knuckles had gone white, he stopped to hug her and pulled her towards him stroking her now dry hair gently.

He felt so afraid, afraid for his friend, but not the one he held in his arms, not the one he could keep safe, protect from harm at all costs, no not her. Charlie felt afraid for Dolly, what became of the girl who less than an hour ago was throwing a gold lamp at her husband and flitting from their bedroom?

Charlie didn't know, but he had to find out, Lavinia, Dolly, Dolly, Lavinia, they were one and the same and Dolly's fate was something it was impossible for him to save her from.

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