Riley abruptly awoke from the strange nightmare he had had so often as a child. Why had it come back to me now? Pondering over this he sat up and dangled his legs over the side of the bed only to realise that there was sweat covering his body making his clothes stick to him.

I am now 23; the accident was 17 years ago, why is it still haunting me? I haven't had that nightmare for at least 9 years. Why had it come back?

"Why?" The question played on his mind; it was so confusing and bizarre.

Riley, after ten minutes of thinking, decided he should get dressed and meet Abi and Ben down stairs for breakfast.

As he was exhausted he wished he could crawl back to bed but he knew that there was an interview that he needed to attend at two and it was now 11:30 so he crossed the room and entered the bathroom attached to the bedroom. Walking past the mirror he spotted his reflection and saw a face he didn't recognize. Yes of course it was his own features, but they were shrunken and pale, deep circles wrapped themselves under and around his eyes making their blue irises stand out beneath his unruly hair which had grown considerably a lot after the discovery. Sweat pasted his forehead, making his hair stick at odd angles.

After gaping and prodding at his ill looking reflection he turned on the shower, prepared to enter and got in.

Fifteen minutes later he was showered, shaved, dressed, clean and ready to go down for a late morning breakfast.

He looked and felt much better but there was still a trace of drowsiness in his steps and he still didn't look his usual 100 percent. The rings around his eyes were still noticeable but he knew they would be hidden by the stage make the camera crew applied to him every time Ben, Abigail and himself went on a nerve racking chat show to be interviewed. Ben and Abi were delighted to be this famous but Riley decided it was too much. He didn't want to not be able to walk out onto the street alone with no one around him know his name but every time he did walk out he be covered with citizens, news reporters and such asking about what will they (Ben, Abi and himself) will try to achieve next. Well of course he was exaggerating a little, he wasn't like top celebrities and he did get his time on his own but there were a lot of times that he didn't get his space. But he didn't want all this fame; he got all the interviews, which he was always nervous of. All he wanted was a nice car, which of course he had his red Ferrari, and a nice house (just wanted it to be a bit bigger than Bens).

Riley reached the kitchen and noticed the snow that lay on the floor outside the glass sliding doors. The dream came rushing back to his mind. Snow all around, cold, freezing, suffocating.

"Riley!"

Brought out of his trance Riley looked around to see Ben staring at him, he seemed worried.

"Riley? What is wrong?"

"Nothing, I just … just .. thought I saw something in the garden. I am guessing it snowed over night then."

"No, how you guess?" Ben dropped the subject of Riley's sudden daydream but still watched him closely and noticed his far away look. Not Riley-ish at all.

"I'm psychic".

"Fine, what am I thinking now?" Ben asked while laughing.

"… umm.. that… ummm… that you love Abi, you want to hug her, you want to kiss her, you want to.."

"Okay, okay, your psychic, just stop singing".

"Ohhh.. but I wasn't done with my song".

"Stop whining, and get the door" Ben ordered as he heard the door bell.

Grumbling Riley left to do as he was told. Defiantly not what Riley would do thought Ben.

There was a middle aged woman, in her mid thirties, standing in the doorway, with a suitcase at her feet and a slight smile placed upon her lips.

"Hi, is there a Riley Poole here?"

"Louisa?"

"Riley? God you've changed?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Riley? Who is this?" Abigail had just joined the two at the front door.

"My.. my Sister".