Raven stood bathed in moonlight on her porch, watching the stars and moon. Something about the night sky had always meant something to her; how something so dark, so black, could have beautiful sparkling stars and themoon lighting it up from the inside. Suddenly her cell rang, and she sat down quickly on the swing seat that her dad had installed a few years back for her younger sister, Annalise. "Hello?" A silence.

"Never forget who you really are."

Raven clutched the phone tightly to the side of her face, willing the mysterious voice at the other end to continue - but it never did. A click, that would soon be followed by the dull tone that she had spentso long listening to. She checked the display before the call could be over, and suddenly her heart skipped a beat. A number. There was never a number. It was always hidden, leading her to the conclusion that the regular prankers were intent on keeping their secret. Not prankers. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind and quickly saved the number to her phone, hands shaking as she pressed 'Call'.

"The number you have dialed has not been recognised ... " Raven frowned and cancelled the call, trying again, only to hear the same message. She checked her call register. Called again. "The number you have called has-" She quickly hung up and slid the phone into her pocket. Odd. Wait until seven o clock tomorrow. You know what to do.

Raven sat in the passanger seat of her best friend Jess' car. Jess had turned up the radio and was singing along tunelessly to a recent pop song. Raven ignored this. She was leaning on her arm, watching the scenery slide by distractedly. Jess seemed to notice and suddenly pulled over sharply, causing Raven to yelp.

"What was that for?"

"You know what. There's something you're keeping from me. You've been really weird all day. Who is he?"

"What?" this snapped Raven out of her deep thinking. She couldn't help but let a smile play across her lips. All this and Jess thinks it's over a guy.

"Don't smirk at me like that! We're best friends - you're supposed to tell me everything." Raven wasn't looking at Jess any more but she knew the childish pout that would be aimed in her direction. You'd think we were twelve, not seventeen.

"No, it's not a guy. I'm sorry, Jess. I just need to think about this." Raven said. She saw Jess seem to struggle with herself for a few seconds.

"You are so ... so ... so infuriating, Raven!" Jess blurted out, and Raven couldn't help but think cattily, Oh, yes, she used a big word. That must have taken quite a few brain cells.

They didn't speak for the rest of the car journey home. When they pulled up outside Raven's house, she walked to her front door then turned to wave at Jess, who deliberately ignored her and sped off down the street. "God. We're not in middle school, Jess." Raven said. She didn't know who she was speaking to; the car had already disappeared from sight.

Raven spent the evening flicking through TV channels. Her mom wouldn't be back until eight at least; her dad ten, if at all. She didn't really care. They should just get a divorce and get over themselves. Her mind was on other, more important things. Ignoring her pile of homework, she piled crisps and chocolate into her arms and watched cartoons, not taking in any of the childish antics of the characters. You always eat when you're nervous.

She wasn't concious of watching the clock above the mantlepiece, but suddenly she knew without looking that it was two minutes to seven. She got up without switching the TV off, leaving a pile of wrappers and half-eaten chocolate bars on the sofa. She closed the door and sat on the porch, looking into the dark garden and biting her lip. There was nobody there. Yeah, sure.

One minute until seven. Raven didn't know what she was going to do, why it was so significant. Seven. Every night at seven, with a similar message. You belong here. Never forget who you really are. "Tonight I'll find out what it means." she whispered. Twenty seconds to seven. Fifteen. Ten. Her hand was on her cell, thumb resting on the 'Call' button. Five seconds. Four. Three. Two - she pressed call.

It rang. She was shaking, shivering in her sleeveless shirt as she clutched the phone to her ear. Her eyes were fixed on a single spot on one of the posts of the porch. It rang. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. A click.

"Hello, Raven."

"Hello Theirry." Theirry? Who the hell is Theirry?

"We're all here. It's only you left. Daybreak is here."

Daybreak. "My dreams. You -"

"Yes. I've been projecting them. You need to know who you really are, Raven. Well. You've known all along."

"Have I?" Raven breathed. Yes. You have.

"Daybreak is there. You are here. I am here."

"I don't understand. You are ... ?" the line went dead. Raven cursed herself. She jammed the phone back in her pocket. It wouldn't ring now, she knew. The number wouldn't be recognised. She opened the door deep in thought, and sat down on the arm of the sofa feeling cold, searching her mind for a clue. She wondered why she couldn't hear the infernal jabbering of a ridiculous cartoon on the TV. She looked up and saw a black, blank screen. And then Raven knew she wasn't alone.

"Hello, Raven. Well, your housekeeping hasn't improved much ... "