Emily Pov

　　"No, not again," I murmur to myself as I realize where I am.

　　I look around, worried. Even though I don't want to, I'm forced to walk through the hallway of my old house. Instinctively, I put my hand on my stomach. My pup still lives inside me, and tears fill my eyes for the death of my first child.

　　An explosion occurs outside, causing me to startle in fright, and forcing me to run into my room.

　　I don't want to be in here, I ...