[Follow-on from here]
The same dream as always.
Hands push at her face and tangle in her clothes. Shoulders slam into her body, jostling her back and forth with such force that her boots skid on the street. She clutches at sleeves and lapels, but they slip through her fingers. Someone has hold of her wrists, fingernails digging into the skin, pulling her backwards. No! she snarls. She needs to get to Cae - he's dying and she can't reach him!