Emily stared out the car window into the pouring rain, the events from two years ago flashing through her mind as her new "substitutes" as she liked to call them drove her to her new house.  She absolutely refused to call it home.  Over the last 2 years hse had been in and out of therapy and group homes, taken into foster care for a few weeks and then sent right back.  She had been on the verge of a mental break, and she almost wished something would have taken her away from that misery, but it didn't.  Instead, a kid she knew snapped her out of it and told her that if she really wanted to get into a good foster home, she had better stop acting like a head case, because no one wanted to adopt teenagers.<br/><br/>So Sarah Dawn pretended that she no longer had nightmares and forced herself to stop waking from a dream screaming in terror.  She swallowed the pills and told the doctors the answers they wanted to hear, and eventually she was put up in foster care again.<br/><br/>Sarah leaned her head against the window, hoping for the screaching, watching for a glimpse of Mr. S, the only thing that had ever been constant in her life.