The car in speed about to hit Arya, she stop there put both hands on her face.

She shout, sit straight on her bed. With broader eyes looks around herself, it's her own room, her breath is heavy, deep and deep.

Arya:

I conscious of my room still not feeling truth, "Is it actually a dream?"

I found my mobile pick it up to see time, my face shines with smile seeing my wallpaper, "Me hugging my mom". My eyes getting emotional, "Mummy (hugs to myself) Love you a lot."

The phone vibrates while...