'How could he have done this...?' Zandra thought. That's what most of her thoughts consisted off, or was it dreams? She wasn't sure. She couldn't really see anything, other than black, until her eyes lay upon a glow in the distance. Fire. Zandra knew it was fire from the crackle as the flames at up the wood the burned on. She walked forward a few feet, the fire soon growing to the size of a house. Looking inside Zandra thought she saw her father, but when the man turned around, it was someone totally different, not her father at all. That's when Zandra realized it was a dream, she didn't know when she would wake up.