"Where is your daddy?"

"That's him downstairs."

"That's my daddy."

"Not anymore. Now he's mine. You can keep her."

I could still feel her in the room, as if some part of her had never left. It was the same everywhere in the house, too. Everywhere that she had been, everywhere that she had gone, and I could still feel her there. It was like she was behind me every place that I went, looking over my shoulder and smirking. There would even be times when I would turn around just to make sure that she wasn't behind me. I had spent so many years with her. We were little when we met, and nothing but teenagers when she died. Now, I couldn't seem to get her off of my mind. I knew it wasn't guilt that I was feeling. I would have to have been mad to be feeling guilt now. She had used us. All of us.

I sat on my bed, looking around my room. It was still the same as it had been yesterday and the day before that. Two weeks ago my dad had handed me a picture of Senna, telling me that I needed to keep a memory of her in my room. That picture was hidden under my bed in a shoebox with an old Barbie that I had stolen from Senna when we were little. Thinking back on that now, I am pretty sure that she knew I had her Barbie all along. She was always looking at me funny.

Two days had passed since sitting in Taco Bell with the others, and I still didn't feel right. No matter where I went I could always feel Senna around. David could, too, though he'd never admit to it. It was like she had left a part of her behind in this world when she had died in Everworld. I didn't like what that meant for the rest of us. Because it did mean something; just like the Barbie under my bed meant something: She was still out there in one form or another, and there wasn't a thing I could do about it now. I wasn't in Everworld where myths sprang true. None of us had been there in over a year. The things we had seen? I wasn't sure that I ever wanted to go back. There was a way back to begin with.

It's a comfort to know that anywhere you can go after Everworld would be nothing short of a heaven.

I could hear my mom and dad downstairs talking. Of course they had to be talking about Senna. She was all that they ever talked about now. Senna's run away. Senna's gone. Senna could even be dead! Oh, they had no idea. Last I remember she was dead as a doornail, not that that was something that I wanted to remember, but it was my last memory of my sister. It wasn't my favorite memory of her. My favorite memory of her had been when we were little, and my dad had taken us to get our Spring pictures done. My mom had bought Senna and I matching white dresses. We were only about four or five, but I remember it.

Her hair fell to her shoulders, having refused to let my mom do a thing to it. The white dress that we both wore gave her a sort of a glow. To me, at the time, Senna had seemed like one of those pictures you see of angels without wings. No one believed that we were sisters. That day was the one day that she didn't want attention drawn to her, every compliment made to her she would blush and stand by dad. That was my favorite memory of Senna. They day that she could have actually been deemed innocent, and not creepy.

"I told you he was my daddy, Senna," I said into the room as if she could hear me, and in a sense I hoped she could. "We don't belong to you. Not anymore." With that I fell back onto my bed and shut my eyes. That was when I felt her most, when my eyes were shut. Not when I was sleeping, but when my eyes were shut, like she was right beside me, glaring at me. Of course, I always drifted to sleep in the end, feeling uncomfortable or not.

My dreams were always the same; mostly I couldn't make them out. They took place in sort of a forest, everything was always so foggy, and there was always this voice telling me to wake up. It never got any further than that. At least not until now.

In my dream I was laying down on some rock, or something hard at least, and my eyes were closed. Someone was stroking my hair softly, as if trying to lull me into a sense of awareness. I knew this had never happened before in my dreams. Whoever was stroking my hair spoke faintly, still trying to lull me awake. "Wake up April. It's time to wake up," the voice said. It was female, and familiar. "April, it's time to wake up!" And I woke up - at least my dream self woke, and I desperately wished I hadn't. The person I saw was the last one I wanted to see. I recoiled from the attention to my hair and sat up quickly.

Senna smirked down at me, placing her hands into her lap. She looked just like I remembered her, too. Still in the same clothes that were now stained with blood. She didn't look dead at all, however, she looked tired. She actually tossed her head back and laughed, probably after noticing that I had been staring at her like a fish out of water. The sound of her laughter carried through the woods around us, seeming to bounce off of the trees and rocks all around. I wished it hadn't.

I wanted to wake up. Oh, God, someone please wake me up.

"It's not over, April," Senna snapped, catching my attention at once. There was a small smile forming on her lips as she spoke. "When will you wake up? Can't you see there's no running, there's no hiding. I'll always find you," she sneered, leaning back on the palms of her hands, cocking her head to the side.

I continued to gape at her. "But you're-"

She smiled. "Dead? Yes, yes," she said with a hollow chuckle. "Things work much differently here in Everworld, dear sister," Senna continued, glancing up at the tree tops. "Nothing is as it was, and it's all because all of you wont wake up! I'm not the bad guy in this anymore, April. I've gone and the little girl has come out to play. You knew her, once upon a time."

Senna gestured off to the side. Amidst the fog, what seemed like an image appeared of a little girl. She was the very image of Senna when she was little. My eyes widened as I watched the look of longing on Senna's face, before long that look turned into a sneer as she looked back to me, the image fading. "All you have to do, April," she said, standing up and walking to me. "Is find her, and bring her home." With that she cupped the side of my face, looking me straight in the eye. She moved her face close to my ear. "It's time to come back. It's time to wake up. You never left. You're all still here." she whispered.

I jolted awake, glancing around the darkness of my room. I didn't want to believe that dream. I couldn't be real. We left Everworld. I know we did. There wasn't anything left for us to do, why would we have stayed there? After all, it's been a year, and none of us had shown any signs of returning to Everworld. But what about the dream? Was it real? Had that really been Senna? Maybe it was time to go back.

We all needed to wake up just one more time.

"You can still pretend he's your daddy if you want to. But you and I will know."