Jessica paced back and forth in the hall, glancing at the door. What could they be doing in there?
Zoe had wandered off again, probably sneaking a smoke behind everyone's back. Seriously, that girl would have to find a better coping mechanism.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Martin poked his head out. "Ah, good. You're still here."
"How is she?"
"I think she's calmed down a bit now."
"Has she said anything about what happened, why she was saying all those crazy things?"
"Well, I believe she had a rather vivid nightmare. It seemed to center on a stone your grandfather gave her. Have you seen this stone before?"
Jessica shook her head. "No. If she had such a thing, she never showed it to me."
Martin looked vaguely disappointed but shrugged it off. "It was probably nothing too major. A one-time incident, perhaps."
Thinking he was referring to Jen's fit, Jessica agreed. "I hope so." Then, she noticed a distant look in the young man's eyes. "Martin, I'm sorry about all this. Maybe the wedding can be moved to another time."
Martin blinked, then recovered with a smile. "Oh, don't worry about that. Now that she's thinking more clearly, Jen has decided to go forward with the wedding."
"S-she has?"
"Yes."
"Oh. That's surprising. I mean, I'm relieved, of course, but she sounded so sincere when she said she couldn't do it. What happened?"
"I think I should let Jen herself explain," Martin replied. He moved aside and gestured to the door.
Nodding her thanks, Jessica entered the room.
