He didn't see anything at first.  But he heard pages ... pages turning.  Someone looking at his book.  Uh ... yikes!  Samantha!  His blood pressure went back up, panic set in.  She was seeing everything he drew; what was she doing down here?<br/><br/>Not sure what to do next, he tried standing up so he could ask, request, plead for the book back.  But he never got a chance; it is quite odd to believe you can stand up underneath bleachers.  He immediately hit his head.  At first he saw stars, and then he saw darkness.<br/><br/>He was fully aware he probably passed out, or died, or something.<br/><br/>It was then a memory came to him ... the scene spread out before him.  He was no longer in a school yard, or at a school.  Crying; he heard crying.  And he was sitting on a bed, hugging someone.<br/><br/>"Why do you have to go Erik, why?  Why?  Take me with you."  But how could he tell her that they couldn't go together.  She held on to him very tightly, and the tears streamed down her cheek, her face fully red, and in a daze.  His new parents came for him; they had given them a moment to say goodbye.  But Kiara was going to have none of it.<br/><br/>"You promised!  You promised ..."  Erik could still feel his sister pressed against him, almost demanding that he stay.  It felt like she would hug him to death ...<br/><br/>Erik was not sure how long he had been out, but he was starting to come to now.  He couldn't quite remember his sister's name, his headache was deeply setting in.  For some reason, though, he managed to cry out, "I'm sorry, it's not my fault.  I'm sorry .... I'm sorry ...."