In this crepuscular world, no one had ever heard of him. John was still staring at his father, unsure of what to say and how to feel, when an eerie apparition stopped time. Her brown hair danced slowly around her head, and her movements were strangely liquid, as if she could escape the spell that had been cast, but only barely.
The smiling feminine form arrived forward, knelt beside the animal, gently caressing it, and turned her face at John. Her hazel eyes seemed to slide on him, and her expression didn't show any hint of recognition. Then, in the surreal silence, John understood, this realization causing him a relentless pain. The dog isn't barking. The magic wore off, and John found himself looking at the girl who wasn't Cameron.