By the time the three of us arrived at Gwen's house, we hardly had the breath left to make it up the stairs. We forced our way up to our rooms and flopped down on the beds. We were instantly asleep, and I had the dream again, only this time, I remembered it. I was running through the bushes as fast as my three-year-old legs could carry me. Someone was there running beside me. I didn't know who it was, and I didn't really care. I was too busy trying to catch up with my mommy and daddy. Who were they running from? I saw three people chasing them, but all I remembered was that one was big and hairy, one was a woman, and one was flying.

Mommy and Daddy reached a clearing and turned to face them. Mommy made the big hairy one fly into a tree. Daddy made big vines come alive and squeeze the lady. And there was laughter. The flying man was laughing, and it sent an eerie chill up my spine. Things started flying at my mommy and daddy. I heard Mommy's scream, and Daddy yelled to the flying, laughing man. "You can't get rid of us! No matter what you do, we'll still be here to fight you, Magneto!" And then Mommy and Daddy fell to the ground, badly bruised and bleeding.and dead. I screamed like I had never screamed before in my life. It was a mix of grief, hatred, and rage like you couldn't imagine.

I sat straight up in my bed and heard a shrill screaming voice. It took me a moment to realize that it was my own voice, but when I did, I shut myself up immediately. Gwen and Ellen were kneeling by my bed, looking at me with horrified expressions. I was careful not to let the memory of my dream slip into Gwen's mind. They were pale and looked really worried. I could feel that my face was even paler than theirs were. My eyes were wide, my forehead was clammy, and my whole body was trembling.