I awoke to my little half brother screaming My eyes flew open to see smoke and flame everywhere. I got off my bed and jumped over a line of fire.

"Ben!" I called. A wound over my eye had reopened and blood was gushing down, blinding the eye.

"Sissy!" Bennet cried. I spotted the toddler in a crib by the door. I leapt over fire to him and picked him up, just as the crib collapsed.

"Okay... Okay..." I muttered. I tried to think of where we were, why we were where we were, what was happening, and what to do.

"Okay... we're in the hospital. We're here because of a car crash that killed mom. The hospital is on fire. I need to get you out." I thought aloud. I felt the door handle and yelped as my hand was burned. I swore under my breath and bounced Bennet on my hip to calm him. I covered his mouth with his shirt and coughed. I heard the floor collapse outside the door and I began backing away. My thoughts were racing. How are we going to get out? was the big question plaguing my mind. My back hit the wall as the floor collapsed by the door.

"Sissy!" Bennet screamed again. I looked to him and noted the window out the corner of my eye. My jaw set as I made up my mind. I grabbed the thick bed sheet from the nearby bed and wrapped Bennet in it.

"Remember that I'll always love you, even though I won't survive this." I told Ben. He sniffled and stared at me, blue eyes wide. I kissed is forehead and held him to my chest. I faced the window with a steely determination. I got a running head-start and jumped, twisting mid-air and curling around Bennet. My back shattered the window and glass rained down everywhere as we free fell. I closed my eyes and listened to the sirens scream with Bennet. I felt the wind whip past and sighed, knowing that this fall would kill me. I liked the fall. It's the landing that kills.

"Krynn! That's my daughter!" Someone cried. Dad. I hope he won't miss me too much. Voices called out to each other, shouting of the falling girl. A loud crack. A cry of pain. Excruitiating pain. Eyes opening. Screaming. Crying. The last thing I saw was the moon.