She heard it. Enveloped in the voice of a sister's, she heard His voice. The grays slowly sharpened into the faces of a brother and sister from church - they found her.
'You need to stop running.'
She bit her lip. 'I don't want to.'
Her sister reached out for her, with a wisdom in her eyes that went far beyond her years. 'You need to speak the truth. You know what it is...'
'... I don't know if I can'
'It's okay. Speak.
She woke up with a sudden jerk, gasping in the breath of the real, morning air. The same, distant voice echoed in her mind.. Rise.