The sound of glass cracking punctured the barrier between Tre's conscious and unconscious mind, permeating her dream, but the abrasive sound of the glass shattering broke her slumber completely.
Tre woke with a start and looked toward the sound. Naomi was sitting in the chair opposite to her with water flowing down her metal arm and shards of glass gripped tightly in the hand. The expression on her face was that of frustration and defeat.
