The next day, I woke up barefoot on asphalt. The air was biting cold, and my breath came in sharp puffs. I hear sirens faintly pulse like distant heartbeats. I couldn't tell whether my wet hospital gown that clung to my legs was from dew or sweat. My knees ached, and the taste of the metal filled my mouth, and all I knew was I had to run… I have to save them. I looked at the burned photograph on my hand that I had held dear earlier was now gone; I must have dropped it, or maybe, it had never existed. I looked up, and I saw Master smiling at me. My mind is debating telling me that this is real, but something is off; the smile was not his, the eyes that are looking at me right now were not his. I exhale and look up at the dark sky. There are no obvious stars, and there's no moon. The trees dance as the breeze of the air whispers like gossiping shadows.