There is one big bright light. I can't see anything. I only hear my footsteps walking through this bright place, and I don't even know where it is. I look around me. Then the bright light disappears and I can look around me. I see mountains, snow on top of them. The sun is shining bright. I am walking on a path, with white stones. There are roses at the sides of the path. I close my eyes for a second to enjoy this view.

I almost get a heart attack as I open my eyes. There is a person standing in front of me. And I recognize him. It's Trace. Only way older than before. Maybe this is how he is right now. He kept his puppy eyes, but he has grown more taller and his jawline looks stronger. I chuckle. 'I almost died, you silly.' I laugh and he smiles. 'But you are not.' He says, and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. I stare up at him while he holds my cheek. 'I miss you so much, Trace... I wish you could find me sooner...' I say, while tears are forming themselves into my eyes. There is a little bit of sadness into his smile too. 'I know... I can't live any day longer missing you. I just want you by my side.' He says. I nod, and give him a sad smile. 'If things were just easy...' I say. Trace nods sad, then he strokes my cheek with his knuckle. 'You get more beautiful each day...' He says while he looks at me. He holds my face, and brings his closer to mine. We kiss, and after that, I chuckle a little. Then I look down, with a serious face. 'Where were you when you were gone? After... The explosion?' I ask, and look back up. Trace swallows. 'I... I went over where you are right now...' He says. 'Where I am r-... You mean Sheila's building?!' I ask. Trace nods. 'Why?! You know what she has done.' I say, half worried. 'I know, I know... I was acting, of course.' He says, while holding my hand. I don't know if I should pull away, or keep it like this. He went over to Sheila's building... And he knew Sheila has killed my parents... 'It's okay. I trust you. Only... Why?' I ask. Trace blinks for a second. 'One way or another I had to find a way in. So... I gave myself up as Leading Guard.' He says. I stare at him. 'Leading Guard?!' I ask. Trace nods. 'B-...' 'I know that you don't like it at all, but at least that was the only way to see you again... You guys were already gone, and you know what happened to the remaining ones... So, I sneaked away and gave myself up as Leading Guard.' He cuts me off. I stare at him. 'So... You're alive?' I ask. Trace nods. Tears have formed into my eyes, so in his. I can see him again. But... Is he really with them? I smile, then things start to get vague.

'Lashell? Can you hear me?' I hear a voice say. It's Wes. 'Come on, breakfast is ready.' He says. I nod and pull the blanket off me. I rub my eyes. 'Why...' I mutter.

A lot has changed in this canteen. Most of the faces turn to me, others pretend like they are eating. I see Willow sitting at a table, so I also walk to that table. I can hear whispering come from other tables.

'She shot someone...' 'Isn't she Maysley Lavanchy's sister?' 'She walked away...'

I pretend not to care. But I do. I didn't know I was that famous here... I sit down next to Willow, and Wes sits in front of me. 'Where is Rachel?' He asks. I swallow and look down at my food. 'I... I don't know.' I say. 'Weird.' Wes says and continues eating. I hear a loud laugh at the entrance of the canteen. I turn my face towards the noise and can see Trey walking in. 'Oh god... Idiots walking in...' I sigh, as Trey walks up to me. 'Impressive, last night...' Trey says. Wow, he really turned out to be just like Jenna and Rachel. And I don't know if I want the manly version from Jenna... 'What does he mean?' Wes asks me. But I won't answer. 'You haven't told your friends?!' Trey laughs. I recognize his friends group that has formed behind him. 'Lashell, what haven't you told us?' Wes asks me. But I still stare at Trey with a cold glare. 'Come on. You can tell him. That you killed my sister.' Trey laughs. I see Wes looking shocked at me in my eye corner. 'Go to hell.' I say cold, but Trey laughs. 'And not only my sister... Rachel.' He says. Wes looks shocked at me. 'She betrayed us. So I had to.' I say, and stand up to walk away.

I decided to walk to Sheila's office. Not because I want to die, but because I need to know what happened when Trace was here. I knock on the door, and a guard opens it. Sheila looks up behind her desk. 'Well... I see who finally decided to admit herself...' Sheila says, and puts her pen down. 'That's not where I came for. I come for a guy called Trace Weldon.' I say and sit down. Sheila smiles. 'Our leading guard... He has been gone for days now, but actually I don't really care where he is. He stepped over to the rebel side. So, not my problem.' She says. I sigh, annoyed. 'Why do you even want us dead, Sheila? We haven't done anything wrong. And if there was, why would the answer be killing?' I ask and cross my arms. 'Because...' Sheila starts and stands up. '...that is not the only thing why we kill your kind of people. Let's just say... Some Minders... Have got something too special...' She says. I look up at her, and glare at her for a second. Then I stand up and walk away.

Some Minders have got something too special. She was talking about me, Maysley, my mother, my aunt. We are all part of it. She just didn't want to start about it. I slowly make my way through the hallway.