It was time to cross the portal, everyone was excited and so were you, I still can remember that. We were 13 and stood together through thick and thin. I knew how sensitive, how scared and desirous of a new life you were. Norman and Emma I decided that it would have been better if you didn't stay with us. It broke my heart to see you so joyful for the last time in a while...I have always had a soft spot for you and helped you during the time we were escaping. I leaned close to you, so close I could feel your warmth. God, your face was beautiful...but I pushed you into the portal. The last memory I have of you is you falling into the portal with a betrayed look on your face. It's been 2 years and we can finally come back. We walk through the portal but...you're not there in the crowd of kids in front of me.