"Why? Are you doing this yourself??" he asks angrily.

"Sheridan! Sheridan!" I begin to scream crying painfully, "He's dead!"

He wraps me forcefully in his arms and tries to calm me down.

"Be calm, Heather! He promised to be back. He will be."

I stare at him.

"He'll come back for you," he says.

He hugs me. I hug him back, feeling relieved. I close my eyes.

By the time I open them, I'm ten years old.

Sheridan is sitting by me, his hand holding ...