the ginger headed boy beckoned you almost playfully, you get a sense of déjà-vu, a strange liminal feeling you have been here before, yet, you don't recall when. You look once more upon the one who killed you, your parent who will now suffer the same fate, hopefully, a much more painful death than yours, yet, you imagine it won't be like that, the death penalty is quick, too quick for someone as cruel as him, and so, with slight doubt but also intrusive you follow the boy, he less you to a circle of clear forest-land, perhaps 20 metres in diameter and sat around a campfire in the middle are three others, a girl, a child and a boy with a red striped shirt.. they wave to you and by instinct you wave back

“we know you might be scared.. or confused.”

said the ginger haired boy before continuing

“but.. you have us now!..”