Derek was still out cold. He was having a weird dream... He was sitting in a sort of void, an endless white space occupied by nothing but air. It wasn't from his own perspective, he could see himself from a different point of view. Allor appeared next to him and sat down. She kissed him, and as she did so, a tall man whose face was obscured came up behind Derek and shot him. Of course, the version of himself he saw didn't see it coming, but he did from his perspective. He tried to move, but couldn't. The man disappeared, leaving Derek lying dead on the floor and Allor staring down at him, a tear running down her face.
He tried to wake up, but he couldn't, because of the anesthesia. The dream kept replaying itself, and each time, it was a little different. Sometimes he would be shot more than once, sometimes it wasn't the same person who shot him... But always it started the same, and it was the same basic dream with slight variations...
Katherine was getting hungry and decided to go to the cafe, she purchased some orange juice and for the first time noticed how many bruises she had, she shrugged, she pored the orange juice in a cup with ice and walked along, she was lost in thought and bumped into a guy her age spilling the orange juice all over him, "oh god I'm really sorry"