Bell found herself on the dark streets of what looked like Las Vegas.  She was disorientated, as if she'd been drinking all night long.  Perhaps she had suffered from alcoholic narcolepsy and was just now coming out of the alcohol induced coma.  In any case, she was not in her own city and desperately needed to get to the airport. 

Turning around slowly trying to gather her bearings, she felt like she was in a post-apocalyptic era. The streets were empty & quiet, and a fog or a mist covered everything in some sort of weird glow.  She couldn't figure out why she was all alone.  Suddenly her heart pace picked up and she felt the need to get moving.  Trouble was coming, she could feel it.  She headed off in the direction she felt the airport was in.  Hell, if she could just find a cab!  She couldn't see more than 5 feet in front of her, the fog was making it hard to make anything out in front her.  Suddenly a dark shadow moved across the street in front of her.  She stops & holds her breath, waiting for what felt like forever before moving on.  Once she reached the end of the street, she found herself at a dead end, an ally being the only path off the street.  She hated ally's. Especially ally's in Las Vegas.  Sighing, she started off slowly. After about 5 feet in, she heard footsteps behind her.  She picks up her pace, hoping to avoid talking to anyone.  The footsteps behind her pick up pace along with hers.  Now she's nervous and starts to almost run.  Damn this ally is going on forever!  The footsteps behind her pick up pace keeping up with her, when she starts to run. 

As she runs through the ally, she can see the dim light coming through windows that faced into the ally.  She glances through them as she runs past, not sure how to process what she was seeing.  In the first window, she saw ghosts:  Rumblefish, IzzyCreamCheese, & Morbid Angel all sitting around a table playing poker, dead smiles on their faces.  She started to run faster, another window approaching.  This window contained more ghosts:  Troop, Cibby, BA, shippy, & the rest of the Lunatic Fringe were busy cleaning their guns, the same dead smiles on their faces.  She picked up her pace and ran faster past the windows, seeing everyone she knew from the past smiling at her.  Santos, ChiliD, Tony_D_Knuckles, Il-Padrino, Father_John & all of THUD!  She couldn't figure out what was going on and she couldn't run fast enough to reach the end of this ally.

Suddenly she reaches a dead end, the footsteps behind her catching up.  She turns quickly to face whomever was chasing her, her red hair wild, her breath catching in her throat as she made some sort of choking sound trying to breathe.  The footsteps get closer, slowing down as they reach her backed up to the wall.  Suddenly a dark figure appears, she can make out another dead smile.  What the fuck was going on in this town!!  Suddenly she's staring into the eyes of BillyBathtub, and then the barrel of his gun.   FLASH! goes the barrel.

Suddenly Bell finds herself on the floor of her flat in New Orleans.  The sheets tangled around her night sweat soaked body, her red hair wild and in her face.  She was breathing heavily & her heart was pounding.

Holy Hell!  It was all a nightmare relived!  Or was it?

All this has made me see ghosts too. My Dead Brothers... Nicky and Billy Costigan. Who woulda thought Valentines Day produced night terrors.