I felt a push, and then I was falling… falling through the blackness. There was no light anywhere. The flame of life in me was going out. My mind spun out of control. My body felt as though it was being ripped apart, but, strangely, it didn't hurt a bit. My soul was flying up, free, happy. I had no worries anymore, no cares. And then I remembered a boy with black hair and broken glasses. And, of their own accord, my hands reached up to my neck and took out an hourglass attached to a chain. My hand turned the hourglass over, carefully, six times, and then I disappeared.
For a while, I was aware of nothing. My body seemed light, almost weightless. Like I could float anywhere. Lost in dreams of happiness and beauty, I didn't even think about where I was or what I was doing. And I wouldn't have cared if I had. My soul was there, but barely.
And then suddenly, my mind snapped back into focus. I was laying on a dirt floor. A soft wind blew across my face. I shivered. My skin was ice cold. I felt something warm in my hand. Slowly, I opened my fingers to see a small hourglass shape on a chain. A time turner, I thought. And then I remembered everything.