I hate snails! That’s an interesting choice of words, isn’t it? Now, I’m just rambling on, but that’s okay, you’ll get over it; I’m sitting here in a plastic bubble, the outside world surrounding me, it’s quiet. I can see her beautiful red hair flying in the wind, but I cannot touch her; I can see her beautiful brunette hair flying in the wind, but I cannot touch her. Not that it bothers me, I can touch them anytime I want, but I choose not to. I am alone, alone in the world, without a shoulder to lean on, a shoulder to cry on, it’s a shame, but it is my destiny. This is just a dream, eventually I’ll wake up and rub my eyes, knowing the dream could be a reality come Conflict.

I must destroy Hope Cassidy and Karla will help me do it; she knows many of Hope’s secrets as do I, that is our common bond. Riley has been thrown into the mix, my lover and my friend, something that Hope could never have been. Hope could have never been my friend, she would always be my lover, nothing more and nothing less. She wanted to touch me, lick me, taste me, make me scream, but deep down, I wasn’t all there; I didn’t repulse her touch, I enjoyed it, but deep down, I knew it was only a means to an end.

It’s all that is, a means to an end; its kind of funny when you think about it. A phrase as easy to roll off the tongue as anything, but I ramble yet again, but this is just a dream. Eventually I’ll wake up, yet again just Serena Copeland; it’s not bad to be Serena Copeland, but no one takes me seriously. They’ll see how serious I can be when I step into that ring, facing off against the woman who wants my title, Jade Rayzor and the woman who wants my life...Hope Cassidy.