Noah was on a tiny island in the middle of the ocean. The sun was overhead. Far off on the horizon, sparkling against the sunlight, he could see a belt of lush green land—a sprawling country. Noah figured there would be fresh, potable water. His throat was parched. He needed a drink desperately.
Instinctively, he jumped into the water and began swimming across. In no time, a shiver of sharks surrounded him. They lunged at him underwater, tearing his limbs to pieces.
Noah woke up with a start. As he tried to get up, a caring hand pushed him down.
"Shh, It's okay. It was just a dream. You're safe now."
Noah blinked his eyes to see Eve's pretty face looming over him. She was in plain clothes and not in battle gear. Her hair was carelessly tied up. She looked sleep-deprived and yet beautiful as ever.
Noah realized his head was on Eve's lap. They were on a lounge bed.
Eve cupped his right cheek and looked at him with affection. "It's all right."