Alley Houston witnessed it with her own eyes, a face identical to hers, a voice identical to hers, and even a body identical to hers. Shattered, broken.Alley Houston broke into a cold sweat, her entire body stiff, and all she could do was scream in vain. Lily Houston still lay beneath the wheels, her face pallid, her eyes suddenly twitching. A smile formed on her lips."Ah!""Alley, Alley!"Alley Houston was jolted by a strong, reassuring arm. Beside her ear was the familiar voice of Karimba Cellon. She jerked, her eyes wide open, looking into the void before her. By her bedside was the man who had been by her side for the past few days."Why are you here?" Alley Houston asked irritably."Did you have a nightmare?"Karimba Cellon entered Alley Houston's room when he heard her screaming in her sleep. Seeing her thrashing about as if trying to escape, he was filled with fear and quickly turned on the bedside lamp before shaking her awake.Alley Houston stared at Karimba Cellon for a mo

 Karimba Cellon remained motionless in the face of Brenda Mclean's unexpected embrace. His phobia of women was deeply rooted, so her intimate gesture had rattled him. It took him a while to regain his composure.Before Karimba Cellon could push Brenda Mclean away, Alley Houston approached them. With crossed arms, she observed their close interaction and remarked with a sarcastic tone, "How touching! Brenda Mclean traveled hundreds of miles just to see you, Karimba Cellon."Turning his gaze back, Karimba Cellon was met with the disappointment and anger in Alley Houston's eyes. He started to feel flustered, and his instincts urged him to distance himself from Brenda Mclean. His strength was enough, and not surprisingly, Brenda Mclean stumbled and fell to the ground."Ouch, Karimba, that hurts!"