The nightmares were pounding in her head as she kept tossing and turning around. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. Where are you? The voices screamed. She immediately sat herself up, disturbed by the piercing rings coming from her alarm clock. Her pillow was drenched in a pool of sweat. The sky was still pitch dark but she could hear the faint sounds of traffic coming from the bustling city. Relief came upon her as soon as she had taken a good look at the time. It was 5 in the morning.