Emma could no longer sleep, her eyes were fixed like glue to to the paper. Redfern, Redfern, Redfern. That’s where her photos were, and she was going to find them, no matter how hard that task would be. Emma was going to do it.
Emma tossed and turned through the night and fianly fell asleep at 2:00am. Call it a preminision but it was on April 14th 2008 that Emma saw the darkness behind the plan she was about unfold. She saw a mirror, as she approached it, it shattered. Yet in one of the slivers of glass she saw a cloaked woman, followed by the stench of wine. She droped something, a picture, one of Emma’s. It was a beautiful, A red rose with wilting petals lying in a rainy puddle. Emma tryed to pick it up but at that moment she awoke.
“Mary!” Emma screamed loudly in a cold sweat. Ben came running in, but i suspect that he actualy wished that Mary was there. Even through the evils she had done he still loved her, somthing that Emma would never understand.