Where did this doors even come from? Gracie held her head feeling the pounding build.

This was worst than that one time when she decided to drink a bottle of vodka, smoke a bon and then take a hit all at the same party.

Was this a dream? it felt like a dream but also it didn't. She just couldn't wake up. Usually she had some form of control. Or it was about shooting things, an either dying or not. Usually it didn't hurt. Dreaming rarely involved pain.

she sighed. "Might as well get this over with."

Memories flashed before her the moment she touched the door. A memory seeped though her. The funeral, sitting down crying. But it wasn't all bad. Her children were all there. her grand children whispered about games in the corner.

She had family. Friends spoke their condolences.

they day he proposed, out on the field shortly after coming home from that adventure she never knew. that was part of why she liked some of the games, she thought maybe she could feel a piece of what he felt.

He took her out for dinner after the proposal, and then they sat on the docks and looked at the starts. He promised to catch her one and put her name on it. A few years later he made do on that promise when he showed her that certificate with star 0-2654 off in a far off universe with her name on it.

Their first child got a star as well. And then years later he bought her that ring with the birth stones of all of her children and then grand children.

They were all raised now, her children having kinds of her own. They did good.

And then she was struggling to survived up until now. She was ready. She fought hard, won many battles. Some how survived that crazy shadow thing dragging her around. The one who spoke in riddles yes that one. She managed to here. Death she would greet as an old friend. Ask him how her husband was doing maybe, ask death how he was doing. in her minds eye they would sit down and have some good old apple pie together. Too bad she couldn't cook one now. Maybe have a nice chat. She could tell death about her grand kids, ask him not to go for them too soon.

Unless they died doing something awesome. Then that was fine.

But she didn't die. she became something else. It was odd, something else, harvesting... it didn't feel right. Something was not complete.

This was odd. This was not her, yet it was. There were vines. Her vines. For a moment they took a humanoid form and then they shaped and twisted as she tried them out. Eh,,, so this was death? She didn't bother to make them stay human... just drifted for now. These were her vines her new incarnation. she could do what she wanted. So she did.

She found something... the little cat. He... he was here... he had helped her. She scooped the little cat up. It wasn't right that he was here. She carried him down the hall way down the stairs. maybe she was alive still, maybe not but she would not let this... this cat that tried to help her... Even after she had hit him. she would not let him die.

If he could die that was.

She couldn't go further, but she did leave the cat at the edge of the fog. another one of his kind came and got him, picked him up. Yes good. He was safe. "Go home kitty."

Strange she still felt like herself. And she drifted and remained gathering what was left of herself up.