~Avery's POV~

And then came the scream again. This time it was louder, it was deadlier. Natasha's eyes shut close once more and she squeezed herself as far into the railing as she could.

What was happening? Why was I seeing all of this?

I rubbed her knee with my hand, trying my best to calm her. My heart was racing in my chest. Was this a dream? She's sitting right there, terrified. Five-year-old Natasha.

I looked past her and up the stairs, seeing a light shining ...