Meanwhile, over 6,000 miles away, a girl slept quietly in her room. She lived in Manchester, England. Here it was 4 in the morning and even now she was beginning to wake up. This girl was going to turn 16 in three weeks. Her Aunt was gong to be away during that time, the girl was still angry that she would celebrate her birthday alone for the first time ever. The girl rolled over; she was having a strange dream. In it she was standing surrounded by friends, real friends. Not people who liked her because she was pretty and musical, these were true friends. In the dream, these friends were standing behind her; in front of her there was a cliff edge. If she took two steps forwards, she'd fall and never stop. She desperately wanted to turn around and see her friends; she could sense how happy they were and how calm they felt. She wanted to feel that too. One of them, a girl, came forwards and put her hand on the back of her shoulder. The girl turned. For a split second they all smiled at her, then they all disappeared. "Nooo!" she cried out All that answered her was a cruel laugh "You did this child! You destroyed them all! Now you shall live with the pain!" The girl turned desperately "Please! Don't leave me! I don't want to be alone!" she stumbled backwards, her feet found the edge of the cliff, and she began to fall into darkness. It consumed her, there was barely time to scream as she plummeted. "Ahh!" she gasped as she sat bolt upright in her bed, struggling to breath 6,000 miles away, in Bayville, Louise Triban awoke from the same dream.