Great that room would be right next to hers. Why would her parents do something like this. It was like a slow moving movie how she got into the house she did not remember how she even got home. The pain was fresh on her face as the words that her father said struggled to get into her brain. "W-who?" Was all she could say before stepping into the kitchen and stopping dead in her tracks seeing someone who looked just like her. All she could do was look and could not say anything then she blinked and shook her head. Again that person was standing there. This had to be a dream.