Cara Morgan was killed in a horrific accident. She has been sent to a parallel universe where the dead thrive. Her parents there didn't know she existed until she died, but her old parents don't know that they could make contact. Cara makes it her mission to re-join her family in her previous universe, but the dead in her world are determined to stop her. Will she ever make it back? Will she ever make contact?
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26. Forever?

It had been three days since Dal had seen the poster, and she was so, so tired. It was as if the fatigue was an illness - slowly, slowly infecting her, until she couldn't move, until she fell to the floor and lay there forever more. 

She was staying in someone's abandoned garden shed that was at the bottom of a long, wildly overgrown lawn. The house owners never even looked out of the window, for all she had seen of them. At first, it had been a lucky find, but when she'd been sleeping there, on the damp, mildew-ridden floor for two nights, it had become anything but:

It wasn't fun, or nice and there was nothing to do all day except sit around and cry, or stare at the wooden walls. Occasionally, she'd take a walk through the streets, perhaps buy a loaf of bread at the shop (although her money was nearly gone and she was also dodging the police on every corner) and then come 'home'. It would be unfair if she hadn't brought it on herself; although technically, it was her parents' fault for breaking up. 

Why couldn't they just love each other? Was it really that difficult to be a couple? Maybe. Dal doubted she ever wanted love if that was what came out of it: you feel so happy for a few years and then, poof, there goes that beautiful feeling in a blizzard of paperwork and fees.

But loads of other couples were perfectly happy, and had been for decades. What made her parents any different? 

Sighing, Dal gave up pondering over it: thinking of home only made her sad. 


There it was, that huge, huge word, filled with a blistering warmth and an unwavering joy. Dal could feel herself lift up inside at just the thought of their semi-detached house in that peaceful little village; the pleasantries passed between neighbours; the sun that, when shining, lit up the puddles from the earlier rain. 

It was an ordinary place, yet it was full to bursting with extraordinary people. 

But she wasn't going back. Nope, she would be staying here forever - that was decided.

Forever? She heard a small voice say somewhere deep in her head. Could she really stay here forever? 

Lifting her head high, Dal spoke out loud:

"Yes!" But in her heart, she knew that she being ridiculous.

Of course not.

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