BOOK THREE of The Collide Series After waking up at the hospital last year, dreams of conversations I'd had in my coma were not the only thing that visited me at night. On the nights where I didn't dream of Kain, nightmares ate away at my peace of mind constantly. Most of the time, it would be a vivid reliving of that awful night in July, when I felt my life slip through my fingers like sand. I died that day. Literally. There was this chunk of time...