[i] This must be a dream. [/i] Maias' heart was pounding hard and her weariness had suddenly vanished as she watched the mysterious figure proceed. Someone had been killed, in a way Maia could not have imagined. This was not one of her crime thrillers that she could lay aside whenever the tension became too much for her. This was reality. She couldn't escape it and the awareness made her legs feel wobbly. Nonetheless she tried to remain calm, following the man upstairs as silent as possible. [i] What am I doing? [/i]