Alexandra shot straight up in her bed, looking around. Next to her laid Mystica, she smiled, looking down at him. Still the images in her dream came flooding back and she slipped out of bed, wrapping her robe around her, she went to stand by the window, looking out at the sun as it peeked through. It was early morning, and it was looking like it could be a beautiful day. Then the thoughts flooded into her mind again, Christine laying there, as cold and still as death. John Austin leaping from the balcony. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the images again. She felt two arms slide around her waist and she looked back over her shoulder to see David smiling at her.

"Good Morning Luv."

"Good Morning dearest." Alexandra smiled at him softly.

"Is something troubling you?"

"Just a dream I had. It felt real."

"You have the match tonight. Does it have to do with that?"

"Yes."

"I am positive you will come out on top. You always do."

"I'm sure I will. The dream however..."

She told him all about it wrapped safely in his arms, as the scene faded out. Inside, she knew what her dream meant. She knew she wanted to defeat John, again.