I sit sobbing in the room with my dead friend in my arms. Liz had never been ready to take on the mace; it makes me angry that Liz didn't tell her she was trying it out. But the thing that makes me the angriest was that the peacekeepers aren't bothered at all by this loss. I sit here uncontrollably crying, I couldn't volunteer now! Not after this, were will her funeral be? Who will tell her parents, how will I cope with no friends? But no. I rise from the body and walk out leaving my precious friend and walk out into the fresh air. I come silently home, Liz isn't dead, this was all a dream and I think if I go back to bed I will wake up and see that Liz hasn't been killed. So I slip into bed and drift into sleep.