As Addison lay there on the cold, hard floor, wounded and bleeding, she began to think back, trying to recall how she could have possibly ended up here. She began drifting, unaware of whether she was dreaming or awake. The images were crystal clear as they came. Piece by piece the inner-workings of her life appeared vividly before her eyes. Everything was there, every bit of it and was so colorful, so vibrant, that she wondered if she was dying. Isn’t that what everyone said happened before you die? Still, she watched, mesmerized, all the while praying the answers she needed would come— something—anything that would set her free and not death, as she feared.