Hour's past until Shiloh finally regained her head. Her vision was blured, and everything seemed dark. She slowly crawled to her feet, grimancing at the pain. Blood was gushing from her bare side, and her mouth tasted like salt. Her energy had been drained from her battle with her master, and her life has almost been taken from dueling with Josh. She glanced at Josh; limp and unconcious beside her. She needed help. Who was there to help though? Carmen and Chris were probably at her house. Nightmare was probably a....wait...Nightmare. Shiloh painfully stoof up and felt the pain that creeped through her body, as the wounds on her side opened. She walked down the stairs and through the hall, then down several levels. Would Nightmare help? She would have to see. But Shiloh only reached the fourth level before her strength ran out. She slid against the wall, body shaking and head drumming with thousands of noises. She mumbled his name, then screamed it louder, "Nightmare?..."
