After my scream-fest, we stopped playing. By then it was almost midnight, so we decided to go to sleep.

But even when I was curled up on the floor in my sleeping bag, rage bubbled under my skin, and I fell to sleep angry.

I should have known better.

This dream where my parents died, it was even worse.

We were all swinging. My father turned to smile at me, when a yellow blur cut their lines.

I didn't look.

And then, the blur cut my lines.

I fell in slow motion. And all around me, people moved in regular speed. Above me, the yellow blur stopped and revealed it self.

"I will figure out who you are, Falling Grayson."