Madeline heard her sister Beth snore softly who was occupying her side of the bed. She had been lying down and staring at the ceiling in deep thought. She wished there was a way to find out who she was. The more she thought about it, the more tangled her thoughts turned out to be.
Giving it some more thought, Madeline questioned why the coffin of Jennine had been moved to another cemetery. Was there something about the last graveyard that wasn't right? Her eyes had started to turn heavy, and with the last spark of fire that extinguished in the fireplace, it left the room dark, taking Madeline deep into her dreams.
When Madeline opened her eyes, she found herself standing in the middle of nowhere. She turned her head around, wondering where she was while her eyes took in the darkness that surrounded her right now. She knew she was in a dream, but it felt far too real. She could feel the cold bite of air on her skin.
