5 by Kailin Gow Chapter 2 I have so many dreams. My mind is on fire. My body twists and turns, thrashing in the silken sheets all around me. Four hundred thread count Egyptian cotton might well be something that the Blue Towers prides itself on, but when you're in the grip of a nightmare, it sure as hell doesn't do much. Faces appear before me, all around me: faces I recognize. Rita. In my mind's eye I can see her, the way she was before she disappeared. Impossibly beautiful, but her beauty came from more than the perfect arrangement of her features. Rita has something else about her, something special. She always did. It's an inner light: an inner purity, that nothing could ever sully. Not even working here. I didn't know what the Blue Room was, of course, back when Rita started working there. She had told me it was a gig as a cocktail waitress, nothing more. But I could see in her eyes that something was wrong.
