Jessica Wakefield woke up panting. She sat up in bed, balancing herself against the headboard, staring straightforward at the door that leads to the shared bathroom and on to her sister's bedroom. Slowly she reached up to her face and pushed the blonde hair out of her eyes. Her fringe flopped into her face again. Jessica sighed. Ever since Lizzie had been put into hospital, Jess had been having this dream. This one dream. And it kept coming back.