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For as long as she could remember, Eden Harrison had been locked away.

She supposed it was because people didn't like hearing about the future. Or maybe they thought she was a nut bag.

Her door opened and the doctor walked in. "How are you today, Eden?"

She shrugged. "Same as yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. I'm fine."

"I see. Have you been having those dreams?"

Yes. "No, the medicine's been helping."

"Is that the truth?"

No. "Yes."

"Are you sure?"

As if. "Yes, I'm sure." A flash of a black '67 Chevy Impala and the rumble of an engine clouded her senses.

"Eden? Eden. Tell me what you saw."

"You're not gonna believe me."

"Talking will help you sort through what's real and not real."

"I didn't see anything. I'm tired. Can we be done now?"

The doctor sighed. "I'll come back later."

"I'll be where I always am. Here, in my room, waiting for the next set of questions or whatever."

The doctor left the room and Eden collapsed on her bed.

She heard the faint rumble of an engine and smiled. "Here we go, boys."

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