Twenty-Nine

Caroline had sub combed to her woe. She decided to reside in her room for the time being, afraid of what would come if she were to leave the comfort of her abodes, four walls. The days quickly began to mesh together.

Nightmares still plagued her mind. Milly had hoped that her condition would improve but if anything it had only gotten worse. Caroline’s most recent debacle was proof of that. Since Caroline had not left her bed chamber, Milly had delivered a message to her from Sir. Elton was to set off on his journey home the following morning.

That night Caroline had a dream, no a premonition, of what was to befall him on his journey.

September 20, 1835

Upon awakening Caroline jumped up out of bed, and threw open her bedroom door. She runs as fast as her legs, now weak from not being used, and hunger, are able to take her. She quickly reaches her destination, Sir. Elton's bedchamber, and pounds on the door. After a few seconds, it swings open revealing Elton.

"Caroline? You're out of your room?!" He asks, startled by her presence. "What are you doing here in your nightwear? Is something the matter?"

"There's no time for that, I've had a vision of the future." Caroline shouts, grabbing hold of Sir. Elton's white button up.

"The future?-"

"Yes, the future. And in it you were dead-"