when the room went dark, she heard her name.

A distant raspy voice that didnt sound like it was there at all,

somewhere drifting over her consciousness the words permeated her soul and pictures

flickered before fading out like a bad tv reception.

white shadows flitted in the gloom, figures but not quite.

she could hear her thoughts, her panic as the voice appeared in both ears at once,

simultaneously close and far away.

she tried to talk but nothing happened; , only the inner shriek of terror

as she realised she had no voice at all.

'julie'.. this voice was singular and lower in pitch, and seemed to hover right in front of her,

a tone of sorrow and sadness that blew softly like a gentle summer breeze.

she wanted to respond, to grab the person whose soothing angst was built into the soul of her;

the voice she knew so well, the comfort of familiarity that only ones true flesh and blood

can bring.

But she could not.