'I told you he can’t be dead! I cannot believe I actually believed you for a second there!’ Bee rushed over to Marra and See, while I slowly came out from under the bench, unsure.

I looked the new Marra in his – its – eyes. ‘Who are you?’ I said.

A mixture of hurt and guilt snorkelled in his eyes. ‘I am your friend. Marra.’

‘I saw him die.’

'I'll explain everything, I promise.’

‘You better,' said I, and walked forth to examine this guy who was supposedly my friend.