Grace woke up with a start, the odd feeling of warmth and moisture pricking on her neck. She stared at the clock, the red light radiating the numbers through the room: 1:00.Dang it… She listened carefully, her ears picking up on settling of the house and the soft snoring coming from Luke's room. It would be useless to try to fall asleep now with this feeling, of, of confusion hanging over her. She listened again and with a slight hesitation climbed out of bed.
Grace stepped into the freshly fallen snow carefully, trying her hardest to leave only a finite set of prints. An eerie silence permeated the air and with each step she had the overwhelming feeling that she was stepping out of one world and into another. She let the stillness seep into her mind and freeze the chaotic thoughts so that she could pick through them one by one. I can't believe I'm getting married. She looked down at her ring. With each step it grew heavier and heavier, soon I won't even be able to lift my hand. She sat down exhausted and cried. What is wrong with me? I should be the happiest person in the world right now.
"Get up now, Grace." A voice said gently. She looked up startled. There was a young man, about seventeen, dressed lightly in jeans and a brown jacket standing two feet away from her
"Who-?"
"That's really not important right now." He cut her off. "What are you doing here?"
"What do you mean what am I doing here?" she returned defensively, "I have the right to be anywhere I want to be. Who died and made you God." He smiled and something clicked in her memory. Something about that smile…
"You and Joan aren't as different as you seem."
"How do you know Joan?" she asked confused.
"Completely." He replied.
"Cryptic much?" she was starting to get annoyed. "Listen I don't have the patience for these childish antics. Why don't you get lost?"
"I'm not the one who's lost Grace. If I were you I'd go back to the house now. You won't find the answer you're looking for in the snow." He was gone before she could even open her mouth to reply.
"What the heck was that?" she wondered watching as the bright new flakes settled onto the undisturbed patch before her.
"Go home." The voice whispered in her ear. She knew better than to argue with the unknown and so without another word, she walked back towards reality. I'm rebellious, not stupid. She could swear she could hear someone laughing.