"I, I am so sorry Will, it's just, it's just over now," said the scarily calm person on the other end, "What's over!? Karen talk to me! Don't hang up all right? I'll, be RIGHT over okay? Please don't hang up," said Will, putting his coat on frantically.

Grace walked through the door, "Hey Will. What's wrong?" she said innocently. Will ignored her and continued to head for the door, "Karen are you still there?" Grace looked at him confused, since he and Karen didn't get along usually. "Yeah honey, but, I won't be soon." Upon hearing those words he darted for the elevator, it opened right away and Grace jumped in after him, "What's going on is she okay?" Grace asked, "I'm on my way over Karen," said Will.

There was a silence, one that scared Will beyond comprehension and then he heard the worst, a gunshot. He heard the phone drop to the ground on the other line and he dropped his own phone and fell to the elevator floor and screamed.

Will woke up in his bed sweating, and teary eyed. He had to assure himself what had just happened was all a dream. But it was SO realistic, so sensible. His hands were shaking. Was this a…premonition of something that was GOING to happen? God he hoped not. He knew Karen and him had never seen eye to eye but he cared about her tons, (more than she knew) and he couldn't imagine what he'd do if he lost her, especially that way.

He didn't want to tell Grace about what he had just dreamt, but he couldn't bear the allay of the room, so he crept across the hall into Grace's bedroom. He creaked the door open quietly and climbed under the sheets next to his sleeping friend.

"Gracie," he whispered. She tossed over, "Mmm," she moaned. "Will?" she questioned. "Bad dream?" she said. "Yeah, I'm gunna stay in here with you tonight," Grace reached over and put her arm around him and they fell asleep.

Will loved those moments, when Grace held him, and asked no questions. Those moments were rare but they never lost their affect. If he were there under any other circumstances he might embrace the moment, but the nightmare was too much to get past, he still felt completely sick to his stomach.

What was he going to do about it though? He knew, he'd try to talk to Karen, check in on her, and make sure she was all right. If there was any sign of her not being normal, he'd talk her through it…he didn't know what else to do. He was extremely concerned, but soon he was drifting off to sleep, while holding onto Grace's skinny arms tight.

Will came into Grace's office as soon as he could. "Where's Karen?" were the first words out of his mouth as he entered. "Um, lunch break? Why?" Asked Grace, not looking up from her sketch. "Oh, just wondering," he said not very convincingly, but Grace was too preoccupied in her work to notice.

He sat there ten minutes and finally Karen came strolling in, "Hey Grace, Wilma." She said, then began to start humming a song. "Hey, Karen," said Will coming over to her desk. She sat down and looked up at him. "What?" she asked surprised. He didn't know what made him do it, but he bent down and gave her a huge hug and kissed the side of her face, "I love you Karen, I'm always here for you,"

Karen looked at him after he let go, she looked like she was about to cry, but realized Grace was in the room, and she recovered with, "What's your problem Mary?"