"Who? Who are you talking about?" Archer was on the verge of hyperventilating. He didn't like the scene before him. Journee was struggling, and that was breaking his heart. She was a prisoner of her nightmare, and there was nothing he could do to help her escape.
"You are letting him kill him," shouted Journee.
"Who? Look around, there is no one. Please come back! Come back to me, please!" pleaded Archer, but Journee kept pushing him away. She had to run away; she had to protect Kay.
Now, Archer had had enough. He had to jolt her out of her dream. He clenched his fist as he knew only one thing was going to break her trance. He didn't want to hurt her, but there was no other choice. He clenched his jaw and cursed himself. He said, "I am sorry." And the next second, his palm made contact with Journee's cheek.
