Michael was sitting behind a long table. Next to him sat his lawyer, but he looked lonely. His cheeks were wet, tears, I realised. I was nowhere to be seen, I was looking down on the scene from above. The judge started to speak. 'Michael Joseph Jackson is found guilty on all charges,' at that point the judge started to laugh maniacally and the scene faded to black.

I woke up and opened my eyes immediately. I felt sweat running down my face. A nightmare, again. My breathing sounded heavy and irregular. I calmed down slowly when I realised Michael's arms were holding me. I turned around and looked in his eyes. They were bloodshot and he had dark circles underneath them, he looked so tired. 'I'm sorry,' I muttered. He smiled weakly. I knew he tried to smile because he wanted to comfort me, but it didn't quite work. I sighed deeply and put my arms around him and held him tightly against me. 'It's going to be all right,' I said. This time I tried to comfort him, but I knew it was a lose effort. 'I'm afraid,' was the only thing he said. 'Really afraid,'

'I know,' I knew it was a weak answer, but I couldn't make up anything else. I wanted to comfort him so bad, say that it would be all over soon, that it's not as bad as it looked like. But I couldn't. I looked at the alarm clock next to his king-sized bed. It read 5:00 am. 'Have a little bit more sleep,' I suggested. I looked at him again. Such intense pain and fatigue that was so clearly visible in his eyes made me feel bad. I wiped a few black curls away from his face. 'I can't,' he answered. Also his voice sounded weaker, but it still sounded like music in my ears. 'Of course you can,' I said. 'You can do anything,' He smiled again, but it wasn't the Michael Jackson smile I was used to. The smile that had comforted me so many times in the past. This smile looked different, it looked broken.