She was falling. Falling down a never ending chute. It was if someone was dragging her with an invisible leash. She could hear someone screaming her name repeatedly. There was a woman reaching out for her but the woman’s outline was fuzzy as if she was a memory, like Tom Riddle from Harry Potter. The women had long, curly blonde hair, just like her, she was thin and she realised it was her mother, but she was long gone. Dead, she was sure, she had heard her mother screams as the car went over the cliff.

She was at the end of a hallway.  As she walked along it it seemed to get longer. Black! She woke up what seemed hours later and was accompanied by Stewart, her dad and her mother. “Mama? Is that you?” whispered Samaya.