Harper stood before her family, hands hanging dejectedly at her sides.

“What did the doctors say, Barbara?” Lucy murmured, trying to get her sister to speak.

“She – she died en route to the hospital. My little baby! My Harper!”

Lucy’s hands trembled slightly at the words, but she took her sister’s hands in hers and looked meaningfully at her brother in law. “Come darling, let’s get you a nice cup of cocoa.”

“Wait!” Harper cried out again, finding her voice suddenly. “Don’t leave! I’m right here!” she shouted to the receding figures of her family.

“I’m right here…”

She looked around the stage – this nightmare was becoming all the more real by the minute.

“What the hell is going on?” she growled, now frustrated at being left alone and bypassed. “Why doesn’t anyone hear me?”

She swung a punch at the wall, and stumbled forward when her fist phased through the concrete. Harper stared at her hand in wonderment, and jumped when an unfamiliar voice spoke.

“You’re not getting anywhere by doing that.”