“Oh no, oh no, oh no!” I was panicking, running, faster and faster, calling out for Cirrus, for Kayla, for someone! But no one answered and finally I dropped down at the base of an oak tree. I closed my eyes, breating heavily. How had this happened? Where was I? I thought: Cirrus and me, trotting along, then something happened- and Cirrus spooked. But what had happened, and how had I been knocked out? I touched the side of my head where the knot was. I must have fallen off, hit my head on a rock or something. But none of that mattered now. It did not matter how I had gotten here- I was here now.

My breathing calmer, I stood up and looked around. I was in a wood, a beautiful forest of green and yellow and purple and pink- a plethora of colors. Moss grew on the trees, delicate dogwoods with silky white flowers leaned over full bushes of pink and puple buds. It was a beautiful place, and for a moment I forgot my predicament.

Then I heard a gunshot.