The lights of the city had flashed past, Sophia trying to distract herself with them but the new smells invading her sense, heightened as they were, meant she had difficulty remaining calm. Instead she felt edgy, fingers fidgetting and twisting as they sped through the dark. She felt warm, her skin prickling at times. Her fingers scratched at it in places, leaving red welts when Matt noticed, his own hand reaching out from the wheel and taking hers, holding on to them. She'd look up at him, about to pull them away angrily but stopping when she saw the concern in his eyes. Now she didn't even need to see what he could see. She could feel it.
All the dreams she'd had, all the nights she'd woken in a tangled mess, sheets wrapped around limbs, body on the floor in a painful twisted heap were starting to come to her while she was awake. Flashes of the forest that surrounded Wolf Lake, mist, shadows, the voices in her ears were becoming more real.
Her fingers tightened on Matt's at one point when she realised she'd been trying to pull away again but he'd retained his firm hold on her. Instead, to try and distract herself from the sudden urge to throw the door of the car open and get out she pressed her feet into the floor and her back into the seat. She felt the overwhelming urge to move, to run, to be moving without the car, without help, just... run. A whimper sounded as she fought it, her eyes squeezing shut as her head pressed back into the headrest of the car.
"Luke." His face swam into her mind, eyes piercing her, the flecks of gold in them readily visible as he looked directly into hers. "Help me, Luke," she muttered, head rolling from side to side as the car continued through the night.