For Clara, the nightmares were horrific and always the same, night after night—an old woman was floating, drowning in a room filled with icy-cold, green water. Was it just a recurring bad dream, or a true premonition? Just who was the old woman who haunted her so, and why did she seem to be trying to say something to Clara? What did the visions of the old woman's terrible death portend, if anything? Clara wanted answers, desperately needed them, but she feared time to find them was fast running out on her. And in this one thing, she was all too dreadfully right.