"No, stop!"
     I tried to approach Phoebe and stop her, but an unseen force pulled me onto my back. My eyes shut from the force of it, and I suddenly felt gravity shifting position until it was in front of me.
     When I opened my eyes again, I was strapped to a car seat, with Phoebe next to me. Charlotte and Amanda were in the front: Amanda looked like she did the last time I dreamt about her, with long, brown hair, and Charlotte was wearing a large, beige sweater that made her appear a lot less slim. The car itself had a totally different interior to normal, and outside it was dark and incredibly foggy. Then I realised what was about to happen.

     "Stop the car!" I tried to yell, but my mouth wouldn't let me.
     "Don't," Phoebe said, a teenage voice coming from her three-year-old body. "You know what happens next."
     "I know where we're going, don't worry," Charlotte told Amanda. The next turn isn't for a few... Oh God, look out!"
     A right turn in the road emerged from the fog, and around it was a tiny wooden fence separating a large river bend from the road. Amanda tried to turn the car, but we were going too fast and the car flipped onto its left, smashing through the fence like it was nothing. We rolled some more until the car fell into the river. Amanda's window had been open, giving the water an easy way in, and the car began filling up incredibly quickly. I tried to unplug myself from the seat, but my tiny hands couldn't press hard enough, especially since we were upside-down.
     "Get the girls, get the girls!" Charlotte was shrieking as the water level rose. Amanda had already swum through the window and was leaning back inside, reaching toward my seatbelt. My head was now fully submerged and I couldn't hear Charlotte screaming anymore. As quickly as she could manage, Amanda unplugged me and whisked me out through the window, and we surfaced quickly.

     The river was running so fast that we couldn't get closer to the edge, and even the car was being pushed along underwater. Amanda tried her hardest to swim while holding on to me, and we eventually reached the bank. She dropped me on the grass and said, "Stay here Evie. I'm going to get Mummy and Phoebe now. They will be okay, just don't move!" I cried after her as she jumped back in and swam down to the car, all of which I could see were two headlights that were moving swiftly away from me.
     All I could do was sit, soaking wet and in almost complete darkness, on the grass and cry. And it wasn't just three-year-old dream me that was crying: I was legitimately terrified. This all felt too real to be a dream.

     After a few minutes, Charlotte stumbled along the bank towards me, crying "Evie! Evie, it's okay! Come here!" We hugged and she sat down in exhaustion. "It's okay," she sobbed, rocking me back and forth as I bawled with her. "Don't worry, Amanda and Phoebe will be alright, just stay here with me."
     We waited for what felt like another ten minutes when Amanda appeared, trying to run towards us but too weak to go at full speed. Phoebe was not with her.
     "Oh my God, where's Phoebe, where's Phoebe?!" Charlotte screamed at her. "Is she still in the car?!"
     "The car's stopped moving along," Amanda answered, "but the open window is on the bottom and I can't get in. She'd been in there for too long already, not even an adult can hold their breath that long!"
     "Don't say that!" Charlotte yelled. "We can still get her out! Come on!" My two mothers raced as fast as they could toward the car, which was out of my view. I was desperate to follow them but I was too small, too wet, too weak. I hobbled in their direction, but slipped and landed on the grass again, crying my eyes out.

     I literally shot up in bed, gasping for air, tears all over my face and pillow. I was sobbing uncontrollably, and could hear footsteps coming toward my bedroom. Amanda burst in and slammed the light switch, blinding us both momentarily. She had gone as white as a sheet.
     "You dreamt it too, didn't you?!" she shouted, rushing over to hug me. "Was that real? Did that just happen?" Charlotte followed her in: she also had a pale face and red, teary eyes.
     "No, it was definitely a dream," I reassured them, "but I'm almost certain that did happen to us, years ago, and we forgot. I told you, I had a twin, Phoebe, and she wanted us to have that dream!"
     "You mean Phoebe was real? And that's how we all had the same dream?" Charlotte asked.

     They sat at my bedside as I explained everything: my previous dreams, the weird stuff that had been happening in real life and the letters Phoebe somehow wrote to us.
     "But surely that's impossible," Amanda said. "She may be real, but there's no way she could have given you something from inside a dream like that."
     "They're downstairs, in the bin! I'll show you," I said, urging them to follow me down to find them. Sure enough, we found the crumpled balls of paper and unraveled them to read over what Phoebe had written to us.
     "'I believe I have found a way to physically be with you all again?'" Charlotte read aloud, astounded. "Well, if she can write a letter to us then she's not far off, is she?" she joked. It was amazing how she could so often crack a joke even when she was upset, or scared.
     "But why couldn't we remember her?" Amanda said. "I think I said it to you already: 'I'm sure I'd remember my kid dying' or something along those lines."
     "I know!" Charlotte gasped, hurrying back upstairs.
     "What are you doing now?" Amanda called after her.
     "I'm checking the photo album! We have pictures from back then: if Phoebe is real, she should be in them too!"
     "Genius!" I exclaimed, following her up.
     "Come on guys," Amanda groaned. "It's 2am, can we stop running around everywhere?"
    
     A yelp from the bedroom told me everything I needed to know.