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Sebastian will embark on his own journey, where he will meet a real life serial killer named: The Never land Man.

One year later.

William and Ignatius adopted two more boys after me. Their names were Daniel and Joseph.

It was cold. There were no people around, not an animal in sight nor a star in the sky. It would be dark soon, as we rushed to gather hood. As soon as we were done, my siblings and I rushed to get home. We didn't want our father to be angry with us. When he had gathered enough wood, we walked through the forest; it did not exactly look safe, but we knew our way and we've walked through this forest on countless occasions. "Where have been so long? I was getting worried', father asked concerned... "We were gathering wood just as you asked of us father, so where should I put it?' Daniel asked. "Oh just put it there by the fireplace, I'll tend to it as soon as I'm done with the food', father said. Whilst our father was with the food, I assisted him cleaning the kitchen, while Daniel who was two years younger than me took Joseph our youngest brother along to help our mother, so she could get out of bed and sit by the fire. She was getting weaker by the minute. I looked at father as I washed up the dishes and I could see the sadness in his eyes. He did not say anything while I was there with him in our kitchen. He only gave me a smile as to say that everything was going to be just fine. But I knew that it was not entirely true. Father was done, so he went to the ready the fire for us. He began to whistle a song at the fireplace. I tried to figure out which song it was, but I could not decipher it. I went into the living room and cleaned the floor. And as I looked at our living room I noticed that our family didn't have much, although we tried daily to be a family once again, as we once were, but we faced sickness. Ignatius’s voice I could hear down the corridor as she spoke with my brothers had spoken much about what was expected of us, the day she was no more around. At once our father silenced her and forbid her to speak negative. "But Paul, my love we have to face reality that I will not make it, my time is up. And soon I'll be no more but mere memory that exists only in your hearts', mother said. "Joyce! I beg you not to speak of these negative things in front of the children', father said. "I know my love and I do apologise, but ever since I've fallen ill, I've been covered by a presence that touched the doorknob of my heart and entered into its room, that I myself had not even discovered and now that it's opened I see all things clearly', mother said. We did not understand what she meant, not even father. To be honest, it scared him. He probably thought that she was losing her mind. So he went to our neighbours but they weren't there; perhaps they visited family. Who knows? But father then came back, sat down by the fireplace, and then I served us our soup. Of course mother was too sick to even lift up her own spoon, so I fed her. I could see the tears running down her face as if she was disappointed at herself. "Don't cry mother, please don't cry', Joseph exclaimed. Daniel only rested his head on her shoulder, he kept the tears inside, perhaps he felt it was his duty to stay strong, as he was father's first son, he perhaps felt obliged to remain calm, for our family's sake. I on the other hand also felt obliged, not only to resist the temptation of crying, but also find someone to help mother. If only someone could take away her cancer. But that would never happen for a family as us. We were poor and no one in our family amounted to anything. Our father was a tailor and our mother who was a florist. She loved nature and animals. Her favourite creature was a butterfly, and she always said,' Butterflies gets their colour from the rainbow, so do butterflies actually come from heaven and rainbows are but the paint dust that from our newly painted rooms in heaven." When we were done with our soup, father sent us all to bed. I overheard Ignatius cried and cried as my father put her in the wheelchair, she complained about the pain in her back. By the end of the night, when they crying had stopped around 1am, I could finally go to sleep and I was just glad that she had stopped crying; it must've exhausted her, draining energy from her body, it was just as agonising to me because in some way her pain became mine and the agony thereof simply wanted me to cry, but I couldn't show weakness in a time where Ignatius our support. The sense of haste and emergency of the previous days was gone, but now the cancer had spread and she became all the more silent; there was no money for modern medicine that we could've gone and bought for our mother, it was also due to being poorer than most that the hospital had released her. There was for chemotherapy and other operations but after that we didn't even have money for electricity, no money for food nor clothes. Mother was usually the only who handled the bills, bought the clothes, dealt with the groceries, and father was a workaholic. We never actually saw him much, but each time we saw him, he and our mother always argued about anything and everything. He would at times reek of alcohol and it would always become the centre point of all their other arguments and from thereon they'll start arguing about bills and money and when they were both finally exhausted, not saying a singular word to one another, and this was right before mother had fallen ill. It would occur the following week. And soon we had to rush her to hospital. It wasn't long and soon father had to sell his car and also their wedding rings to pay for her stay at the hospital. Meanwhile I noticed a young boy wheeled out of the hospital by an old man. The boy looked rather angry and he had a scar in the shape of an 'L" and he remained still as the old man headed to the exit in the wheelchair, and soon he was gone; he was probably a very rich boy and perhaps their family had lots of money, nevertheless I stared at a boy I did not know and meanwhile Ignatius was fighting her own battle against cancer. So as we waited for our uncle Jeremiah to swing the car around front. We all sat there crying, it was cold, and we were hungry. Earlier that day father and I finally had gotten a moment away from Ignatius in the hospital cafeteria and he had cried like a baby with his face in his hands. Although he tried to hide it, due to his manly pride, he could not stop the tears from falling. Aunt Anna put her arm around him, oblivious to all the stares of everyone else in the cafeteria at us. My world was crumbling, especially the world of my two siblings and with our mother’s illness entering into our lives we just became silent as we sat there like zombies, but our father’s entire universe was falling utterly to pieces right in front of him, with his wife threatened. We were torn between being strong for our father's sake and feeling our very own grief. “I am the oldest child; it is my job to be strong; and I cannot fall apart myself. What would my younger brothers think if the oldest fell apart? If my father were incapacitated, it was my job to lead although I was a girl it did not mean I was incapable of leading but it was harder than I presumed.” The doctor informed us that our mother basically had another eleven months to live then we'd have to be strong for what was to come, but he told us he'd try everything in his utmost ability to help our mother be her normal self again, but he could not promise anything. I did not want to accept that I'd lose Ignatius in about eleven months, and I so desperately wanted to find something that would prove those horrible doctors wrong. So after a few months had passed, when our father was unable to pay. The doctors said that there was nothing they could do for her, and she was released from hospital under our father's care with the assistance of a private nurse but he refused to accept her help. He carried on without the supervision of the nurse the hospital had appointed for our mother. But father was stubborn, instead he didn't sit back, he read a lot of books on home nursing and working with the sick. He did it himself, although he never really pursued a career as a doctor. But it wasn't long and soon she deteriorated slowly but certainly, the chemotherapy slowing but not stopping the spread of the cancer. Finally, the inexorable march of the tumours reached the brain and a small army of tiny tumours grew there until the pressure of swelling tumours depressed vital parts of the brain dealing with breathing and heart beat, but miraculously our mother did not die even though she suffered a severe pain. But she carried through. I have never seen anything as beautiful and touching as my father caring for Ignatiusdespite it being the ninth month by now and her being close to the end. His love grew even stronger for her. First, she lost the capacity to speak after a while and could not think clearly. Then our mother could no longer walk without help, that's why the hospital sent us a wheelchair and finally she could not walk at all. By the end she had shrivelled up, could not recognise father, nor us and had to be washed and fed as if she were a baby. This was hard for our father, even harder for us seeing her in such a state. Our father would wake up in the morning and wash her body. Although she could not recognise anyone, father would talk to her lovingly as he brushed her hair, her beautiful red hair. The following morning came: “Good morning, my love! You look so beautiful today!” Father said. He brushed her teeth. He changed her diaper. This was marriage: “until death do us part.” It was the most romantic thing I have seen. He cleaned her with tears in his eyes and kissed her hands and feet and legs and face. He then took us to school. We walked. And father was a man with much pride, so he wouldn't ask another man to take us to school. By now he was very protective and loving over us as ever before. And although we appreciated the love our father showed us, our hearts still mourned the pain our mother endured. When we arrived at school, father kissed us all on our foreheads. "I'll pick you up and 4 o clock, listen and learn, take in and write down, just as I taught you, I love you', father said saddened... "Yes father', we said. He then left, walking away as a sad man. We had visitors at school. They were from Europe. They had a lot of books. And they spoke of many things. One in particular I could not get out of my head. They then gave each of us a book and on it stood: "The Holy Bible." The lady said,' Matthew 4 verse 19 to 20: And he said to them, “Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.” Immediately they left their nets and followed him. "What is a fisher of man?" I asked my myself confused... How do I follow him if I never even heard of him in my life. Who was this Jesus? Why have I only heard of him now? Why haven't our parents taught us of this Jesus? I needed to know Jesus. I did not understand this, while many of the other children listened with anticipation as the lady spoke about the man who hung on the cross and even though it was his own people who punished him, he said ' father forgive them for they know not what they do,' it just sent shivers throughout my body. An old man walked up to the stage and spoke about something else in the big book. And all he said was something which confused me even more. "Matthew 9 verse 20 till 22 says: "Just then a woman who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak. She said to herself, “If I only touch his cloak, I will be healed.” Jesus turned and saw her. “Take heart, daughter,” he said, “your faith has healed you.” And the woman was healed at that moment." The man said as he held the book up high. If I could only touch his cloak as the women had, then I know Ignatius would be healed and we would be a family again, and the light will return where we currently find ourselves in darkness. I had to find this man. I know the lady said he died on the cross for us. But I didn't know him, and I wanted to know him. I wanted him to heal Ignatius. I would do anything if he'd only heal her. But I didn't know where he was, although I believed he was out there somewhere healing people, because the lady said he rosé again from the dead. That told me he could not die, and I needed to find him before it was too late. My family had suffered too much already and the ten months brought many highs and lows for our family, but we moved closer together for comfort and strength, although it did not help much, but we were mindful: there were some incredibly beautiful scenes during that time, the pain and the love all mixed up together in emotionally superheated moments. We did not have much, but we had each other. The time was precious, being limited; life seemed so much more intense than usual. There were many laughs, and a parade of relatives flying into town for extended visits from many of both mother and father's relatives. We did not know them, although they were family. And most of mother's relatives had red hair, especially the women. Perhaps that explained the reason why I was a natural born red head. Even grandmother Esther had a bit of red hair left in-between those grey hair of hers. And there right in the middle of our house that was dark and cold. Our grandmother Esther, mother to our mother collapsed in our house, perhaps it was too much for her, and she couldn't bear the sight of losing her daughter, our mother. Soon she was rushed to the hospital and surrounded by her family, in mere seconds. Her hospital bed was surrounded by many people who loved her, and she awoke by the scent of her favourite rose bushes just outside her bedroom window. Father did not come. He remained with mother. And we were with uncle Jeremiah and aunt Anna. Soon all visitors left, and there at the bitter end her breathing had a horrible shrieking noise, as by instinct her body laboured to live on against all odds: life struggled hard against death as if she took our mother's pain upon herself, at the end But that would be impossible. And all I had on my mind, despite Ignatius and her own who both had fallen ill. I cared for them both, but I wanted to know Jesus, so he could heal our family. As we all knew, that it would soon be the end for our mother and everyone knew the end was near, but I didn't want to believe that, I refused. They drove us back to our home and when we arrived we saw our mother’s friends assisted father with mother. They voluntarily cleaned washed her. They looked sad but mother seemed at peace; she could not remember anyone. Not even us, but I could see she tried her best to remember us but it must've been very hard, but at that moment when all were silent and we faced an emotional moment in that room, it became more peaceful than it had been for a long time. Mother struggled in the pain of her birth, I am sure, and she struggled in the trial of cancer; the circle of life was not yet over. I knew Jesus of whom I heard yet never met, will heal her. When they were done with her, they laid her in bed and fed her soup. And afterwards we all went to sleep after we were done bathing and had eaten our soup. We went to bed, but it wasn't long when I had a nightmare where I saw our mother die at our home, surrounded by friends and family, not in some impersonal hospital surrounded by strangers who surrounded our grandmother. I woke up sweating, did not even screamed. I got dressed. Everyone was still asleep and with as much courage and strength I could muster, but I couldn't stand by and watch Ignatius die. I had to find Jesus before it was too late, I had to find him because I can't lose Ignatius. I love her and I know he was the only one who can bring honour to her entire life just by the touch of his hands. I ran as far away as I could while they all were asleep, and as I ran through the forest, I was so scared. But I had to find Jesus! I just had to. I rushed hastily through the forest, and ended walking on the highway on the right sidewalk when suddenly it started to rain. I ran and the faster I ran, the harder it became for me to see in front of me and from afar came a man on a bicycle riding on the sidewalk. I noticed it just in time to make way, but just asI make a way for the man to pass through I slip. I accidentally stepped on a broken ledge of the bridge and slowly walked towards the other side of the pond. As I approached the other end, a feeling of excitement and success overcame me, as it was the first time I had crossed the bridge I suddenly lost my balance, and down I plunged, into the cold, dark waters. Floating under the dark, murky waters, I saw the figure of a man falling in along with me, but only the man pulled me out. He immediately turned me over and he softly pat my back. I was shivering. And I was scared, I nearly died after what seemed like an eternity under waters, I was finally out of the freezing waters.   "I have to find Jesus', I said shivering...   "Can you say that again my dear, I'm afraid I did not hear you correctly, did you say you want to find Jesus?' He asked distraught...   "Yes... ...Will you help me find Jesus? I need to ask him to come with me so that he can heal Ignatius. She'll die soon', I said truthfully...   "Listen...I'm actually in a rush, but I'll take you to anywhere you wish to be, but I won't be able to stay', the man said.     "I want to go to the city', I said.   The man said nothing. He picked me from the ground and placed me gently on the handle bar of his bicycle then took me to the city as fast as he could. I could hear his heavy breathing as rushed to reach the city to spare him some time he had already lost by what had occurred a few minutes ago.   I bumped into this man. He had only one eye with which he could see, the other one was covered in blood and his ear looked as if someone had bitten it.   The day this man ran me off the sidewalk, was also the day I was kidnapped, he apologized and kept saying I was his fairy.      He kind of scared me.     "Are you lost?' The man asked.     "No, I'm not lost, I'm looking for Jesus', I said.   "Oh you're looking for Jesus? I can show you where he lives. Would you like to see?' He asked.   I immediately said yes and as my soon to be abductor walked, he stopped alongside a car, broke the window and the alarm went off. He pulled out a few wires and the alarm stopped. He then told me to get in and drove us down this farm where I saw many young boys and girls play outside.  "You see, those are all the children of Never land', he said excited...     I soon realised that this man was a liar, he didn't know Jesus. I noticed this when he pulled up his sleeves and I saw one of his tattoos which read: "Tonight I eat their hearts"   I panicked, then pressed my toes against his car window so someone would see but he soon noticed what I was doing and told me stop, otherwise he'd be forced to kill me. But I didn't listen, I continued crying out for help. So he stopped the car and this time tied me up, he taped my mouth and threw me in his sedan boasted front-row bench seating; by his command, my 13 year-old frame was splayed across it, then he took off the tape if I promised not to scream and my head wedged at his hip, my feet skimming the passenger-side door. When he’d yanked me neck-first into his car less than an hour prior, he’d jammed my body against the floorboards and kept me there a while, steering with his left hand while his right pressed on my head. He didn’t want me visible. I knew that, even as I knew that making myself visible " somehow, even in a teeny way, like a set of child’s toes peeking over the lip of a car door " was something I had to do. I also knew that this man who had just kidnapped me on my way to find Jesus, persuaded me to come with him without an effort, promising me he'd introduce me to Jesus. But that was all a lie and he became ruler of my life. When we arrived on this farm, I met the other children and they were just as afraid of him as I was, but I was lucky enough that my kidnapper started sobbing when he took me into his room, leaning his head into the hollow of my naked shoulder as he took off my shirt only for some strange comfort and saying that he never meant to do this. I told him it was all right. He stopped and apologized for making me feel uncomfortable, still I told him it's okay. Then he went to sleep, he was probably very tired. So by the time he was sleeping, I saw my opportunity to escape, so I stole his keys and ran as fast as I could to as far as I could and I followed the trail back to the city. It took me a few days and when I arrived there, I was tired but also relieved.   Then I saw that very same boy I saw by the hospital when we visited my grandmother. He was heading to the hospital and so I too went inside and seeing that I was there, I'd go to my grandmother, but she wasn't there when I looked for her.   The nurse said she left two days ago.   So I went back with the elevator to ground floor, but when the doors to the elevator opened, that very same boy got in and he too was heading down to ground floor.   "Where are you heading?' He asked.   "Ground floor ', I said softly...   So he pressed the letter 'G' that stood for ground.   "So did you visit someone?' He asked.   "Yes I intended to but she's not here', I said sad...   "I came to get my stitches out, now I'm heading home. Are you here alone?' He asked.     And I shook my head.    Surprisingly he asked me if I wanted to catch a ride with him. He ensured me I'll be safe.   He opened the door for me, then closed it behind me like a real gentleman.      As we sat in his car, he introduced us to his grandfather, but his grandfather was more worried that my parents would be upset if he took me home from the hospital. I ensured him that he had no need to fear.    "So what is your name?' He asked.       "Tell me yours, then I'll tell you mine', I said confidently...       "Okay then, I am Timothy and I'm 14 years old, so what's your name? He asked once more.     "My name of the man I'm looking for is important, is important', I said.   He seemed confused. So he asked me who it was I was looking for, and I said 'Jesus."     His grandfather laughed, "My dear, the only place you're going to find Jesus is in a church of course', his grandfather said.     "Where do I find a church?' I asked curious...     "Wait, I'll take you. It's been a while hey Timothy? Since we've been to a church, it feels like ages', his grandfather said.     "We just came from a church grandfather!      The car stopped, and both Timothy and I got out. We entered into the church and Timothy showed me how to pray.       I didn't know it was that easy to just ask Jesus anything.   "Where is Jesus?' I asked.   But they said nothing until he and I sat on the bench we spoke about both my life and his. I told him about my sick mother and my journey to find Jesus but he just said, Jesus was an old made up story to get people to give money to church people so that they could fill their own pockets and become rich. But I told him he was wrong and I will find Jesus.   "Yeah, when you find Jesus, ask him why he sat back and watch my cousin being killed, because I don't know why I believed in him in the first place', he said.   "Maybe your cousin longed to know your mother and since she never met your mother, something horrible happened just to reunite her with your mother once more, yes it sounds wrong but she's not alone up there you know', I said.   "Yeah but I am alone, I blame myself, I have to live with this pain!' He said upset... "I never had a mother, our grandfather told us she died giving birth to my cousin Sarah. And usually Sarah would often blame herself for the death of our mother. I'd then persuaded her to not think that way.   Now our father was a businessman, and after the death of our mother, he worked even more, never had time for us and we only saw him round about Christmas time. It was our grandfather who raised me and my cousin in the same quaint house our father had grown up in, just like his father and his father before him.          Our town has old roots, and most of the people in its families have lived there for centuries. As we watched the news before we went to school, I overheard the news anchor man talking about young girls that were being abducted in our neighbourhood. But things like this just didn’t happen around here.    We nonetheless prepared ourselves for school and I always kept her close to me, it was a promise I made unto Ignatius that I'd always take care of her.  The day went by fast, and soon we were heading home, as usual I'd finish two hours after Sarah was done. And I taught her to wait for me in front of my class, but by the time the bell rang and I came out, Sarah was nowhere to be found.   I was upset because I knew she was stubborn.   And I figured she walked home without me. But she knew that I'd always give her a lift on my bicycle as I did everyday.     I came home, but she wasn't there, and then I started to worry. And immediately I told my grandfather that Sarah wasn't there when I came out of class.        So about three o clock we got a call from my father, asking us if everything was okay, and grandfather said yes, although he lied, he didn't want to worry my father he said.   I wasn't sure how to deal with this. I haven’t slept since I got the news, and my grandfather immediately sent me to see shrinks and psychiatrists but I don’t think I would ever get to move pass the day that psychopath killed my cousin. And although I saw his face. He just smiled as he ran off. I've been trying him down ever since I was released from hospital. The old me was dead, and now all I cared about was to avenge the death of my cousin Antoinette. I went to her grave, it was quiet and I knew I would be able to speak to her alone, even though those agents followed me everywhere I went; men hired by my grandfather. I figured that her grave was the only place I could think of where no one would think I was crazy. Where I'd be able to speak freely without the worry of looking over my shoulder.     I was riding on my bicycle on my way to fetch my little cousin, but she never made it home from her first day of fourth grade. The day thereafter we were all worried, so I gathered all my friends and we looked for her. We searched everywhere, split up in two to three groups and looked everywhere. We just couldn't find her. I then came to this nearby abandoned factory where I saw about fifteen young girls standing hands tied behind their backs and in their underwear. I first looked to see if Sarah was there, but couldn't see her, then another man brought in two more girls. There faces were covered with black bags. The man then removed it to see how they looked.   "Beautiful!   Indeed! This is true beauty, a blonde haired angel! Quick! Put the blonde head with the other blonde haired fairies in the cage', the man said.       I couldn't believe my eyes.   It was Sarah!   I phoned grandfather and told him to call the police then I went inside and found where they were hiding Sarah.      But I knew I had to find her, she was somewhere inside. But I was behind the girls who were tied, so I freed them from the ropes to create a diversion. They ran immediately and when the two men noticed the girls running towards an exit, they tried gathering them all together, meanwhile I went to the room where he collected all the blonde haired girls, and since they all were blonde, I knew I'd have a hard time finding her, but she knew me from a mile away. I searched in the many rooms down the corridor and I found all the blonde haired girls in that locked room, I used the fire extinguisher to break the lock, and soon I entered but soon I found myself searching in this room filled with over a 100 blonde haired girls. I freed as many as I could, hoping that I'll find Sarah amongst them, but it was hard, since they were all dressed the same. But I couldn't give up. I just had to find Sarah! I knew I was close to find her. I saw the shadow of a man and as I turned around the man knocked me in my face, and I fell. But as I got up, he laughed. I knew the man wasn't healthy, but he had my cousin and what his intensions were with them was the real fright in my heart.  I got up, hit him with an iron pole on his cheek, he slapped me, spitting blood as he continuously laughed. Then I jumped on his back, bit off a huge piece of his ear, then heard my cousin call out to me. I startled as I heard her voice. He immediately realized that I had came for her.   "Ar...the plot thickens, so beautiful isn't she?' I'm afraid I'll have to send her away to Never land where children never grow old, for I am Captain Hook and I will take care of all my fairies’, the man said.   He then took out a Swiss army knife and stabbed me in my arms and my leg. I was in pain, but still managed to get up, but I fought him.  Unfortunately he put pressure on my wounds and I screamed of the pain he inflicted on me, but still managed to grab hold of Sarah's hand but I was too late, I had passed out and soon I found my cousin's body. My mind froze, and at that moment I realized that the time father made the call it was because he could feel something wasn't right, and I knew the call thereafter would be an emotional one.    The man fled as I shot him with my catapult in his left eye. He just laughed and fled by the time he heard the sirens. Soon police came and the paramedics stitched up my wounds because I lost a lot of blood. They asked me how the man looked. They drew his face as I described him for them, I told them everything from the clothes he wore, to the colour of his hair also that he spoke about the girls being fairies to him and that he was Captain Hook, their protector. "He will take them to Never land', I said lastly and afterwards I overheard the homicide detective say that she was ‘tore up pretty bad’, soon after that, they immediately took me away when they realized I overheard them, they probably felt I was too traumatized to bare the sight of the crime scene. News reporters and journalists were there and all of them wanted to interview me. But police did not allow it. I was too drained, and in my heart I only yearned vengeance for the death of my cousin. It was as if I could  hear Ignatius wailing in the background. It was strange but it was a soothing feeling, because my whole life I have missed her, her embrace, her voice, and her stories she always told me.  For the past few weeks I have been having these horrible dreams of this man and how he killed my cousin. I didn't even want to go back to school. I began having the kind of dreams that wake you up in the middle of the night, the kind you just can’t shake. At first they were infrequent, but later had them nearly every night.   Later on when watching the news with my grandfather, the media dubbed the killer of Sarah as 'The Neverland Man." This just made me more upset, because while they had time to name him, there were innocent girls being killed by this man! After I was released from hospital, my grandfather came and fetched me and took me home. I was not my normal self anymore as I sat in that wheelchair I felt hopeless, and I just wanted to find the man who killed Sarah. He haunted my dreams at night, in the hospital, so the hospital had no choice but to send me home; and my dreams were all alike: 'Blood and death" and that man who killed Sarah was always always in them, and sometimes he did horrible things to people.  I was just glad I was finally home and out of that wretched hospital. When we arrived home, grandfather made me some breakfast because he knew I'd eat junk food  the entire day. It was our favourite. But I didn't want to eat.  I asked to be excused and went to sleep in Sarah's room. I immediately fell asleep till I woke up 7pm. My grandfather walked into the room with a bowl and said he had prepared a meal for me but still I refused to eat and I went to sleep again and that night I dreamt of my cousin, but this time it was slightly different, and in my dream I bent down to try and pick her up, but as soon as I touched her, her eyes opened to reveal white pupils and she leaned forward to whisper 'Save me brother!"’ and I immediately awoke and threw up into the trashcan next to my bed. Three days had passed. And my grandfather called maybe two minutes later to tell me my cousin will be buried.