Author’s PovIt was an hour later that Amy found herself returning to consciousness again. Her eyes fluttered open, her vision hazy, yet she had managed to sit straight. She felt her shoulder throbbing, instantly recognising the gunshot wound that she had gotten last week. Once her vision cleared, she inspected herself, only to find her clothes had changed and her wound was freshly dressed. The last thing she remembered was Jay running towards her after the crash. And then she had lost consciousness. Slightly stretching her neck, she cracked the strained bones as her eyes roamed around the room, finally spotting