Dora walked, zombie- like, to the watercooler. Before even filling her glass she pressed her cheek against the cool wall and sighed. Taking her glass she filled it and slumped down the wall to the ground. She drank deeply from her glass and hung her head. What had been happening to her life the past few days? Everything had gone topsy turvy. She was plagued by dreams of Edward and Silas, not to mention horrific events from her past. She let a few tears escape as she sat.