sounded like the reverse sound a balloon makes when it was popped. Ryleigh tried to sit up one more time. She felt an intense pain wrack her body from her toes to her head and lost consciousness. She was dreaming. He had pale blue skin and white eyes. As he watched her she could feel him penetrating her soul. She caught his glance with hers and he smiled baring his razor sharp teeth. Her skin started to tingle and blue flame erupted coating her in purple hues. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. “Ryleigh,” she heard. “Ryleigh, you need to wake up,” the gentle voice coaxed her. Ryleigh opened her eyes and realized they didn’t burn. It was dark as if night. Her blurred vision cleared and she turned toward the voice. “Mom?” Ryleigh asked. Her eyes started to focus and a nurse was releasing the blood pressure cuff from Ryleigh’s arm, “No sweetie, I am your nurse Carol.” “Carol?” Ryleigh was confused. Her head was pounding and she continued to feel pain travelling through her body in places she couldn’t imagine. All she wanted were her parents, “Where is my mom?” “I’ll have the doctor come in just a minute,” Carol said as she adjusted Ryleigh’s IV line and walked out the room. Ryleigh’s stomach sank and she could feel her heart pounding through her chest. She tried to remember where she was and what she was doing. She knew she was in the hospital but she couldn’t remember why. Ryleigh’s confusion reflected on the furiously beeping heart monitor. A distinguished gentleman walked into her room preceded by Carol the nurse. “I’m Dr. Scarborough, Ryleigh.” His bright eyes reflected kindness and Ryleigh didn’t feel an ounce of threat. Dr. Scarborough walked to her bedside and grabbed her wrist measuring her pulse. “Well, it sounds like your heart is working.” Ryleigh looked up at him with confusion, “Wh-What is going on?” Dr. Scarborough looked her in the eyes and gently asked, “What is the last thing you remember?” Ryleigh closed her eyes and attempted to remember the events as they unfolded from her memory. “I remember my mom, dad, and I were on our way to Yosemite. We were taking a vacation before the beginning of the school year. It was my birthday and this was a birthday present to me because I like camping.” The doctor nodded as she talked. Ryleigh opened her eyes suddenly. “Where’s my mom?” she asked in a panic. “Where’s my dad?” she started to get up out of bed. Dr. Scarborough and Carol grabbed her arms. “Ryleigh, just breathe!” the doctor ordered. But Ryleigh couldn’t breathe. Her heart felt as if it were going to burst from her chest. A sickening feeling continued to grow in the pit of her stomach. “Where are my mom and dad?” Ryleigh started to scream. “NURSE!” the doctor yelled. Carol grabbed a syringe and pushed it into her IV. *** She was dreaming again. “Ryleigh,” she heard whispered as she turned around examining where she was. She could feel him near her because her skin started to tingle again. She wasn’t sure where she was. A cave maybe? Crystals lined the walls sparkling like a disco ball illuminating a path before her. She heard her name again on the breeze as she continued forward. An acidic smell permeated her nostrils. The smell of sulfur and sandalwood invaded her senses. Normally she would be repulsed; however, it intrigued her pulling her deeper into the cave. Rounding a corner she caught a glimpse of pale blue skin. “Wait! Who’s there?” she asked stopping and