"It's cold out here."

Bo nodded. But she didn't care, she was warm and snug in one of her Father's sweaters, one that he wouldn't miss. The small girl rested on a rock covered in snow -- in fact, the whole forest was covered in snow -- and Bo looked like a little angel, wrapped in an angel's father's sweater.

"You look so beautiful, Bo."

Bo smiled sweetly. "I know."

The female voice chuckled. Bo was alone in this forest, but the voice filled her with such warmth, that she didn't feel alone at all. She could never feel alone when this voice was with her, in her heart.

"I have to tell you something, Bo."

"I'd rather you didn't," Bo replied, making a small snowball with her cupped hands. She tried to imagine it was a planet, a white planet of course, with traces of lines where the continents began and ended. She wrapped her hands around the snowball, wanting to keep it safe, like she'd wished someone was doing for them not so long ago. To this small, snowy white planet, she was God. And she was going to do her job.

But as Bo pulled back her hands, she could see the snowball had crumbled in her grip. "No..." she shook her head in disbelief. She had killed the planet, devestated the continents. The water had spilled over to the land, millions had been killed -- in just a firm grip.

"Will you listen to me now?"

"No!" Bo took off into the woods. What else could she do but run? She was young, just a normal girl, and the power she wielded was something bestowed upon her. She didn't choose it. She didn't want it. All she wanted to do was be a young girl. She wanted to dream of being a princess, of meeting her knight in shining armour, or prince charming. She wanted to walk home from school without looking at the sky and asking those same questions. 'Are they going to kill us today?' was the most frequent. But the things we long for the most are often the things we just cannot have. And to be a young girl who dreamed of being a princess and meeting her prince -- that seemed impossible.

As her feet ran away with her, Bo found herself toppling over and landing hard on the ground. She pulled her face out of the snow and slowly got to her feet, trying to wipe the snowflakes off. But, as she looked to the sky, she could see drops of snow falling from the sky. A smile graced her lips, dancing like a ballerina. Bo spun around in a circle, welcoming the snowflakes into her world.

But drop by drop the snowflakes changed. They were blood red. Oblivious to it, Bo continued dancing, red drops splattering over her face, her clothes, her entire body. Suddenly Bo's eyes flickered open and she stopped dead in her tracks, realizing the snowflakes were not only crimson, but it wasn't snow anymore. It was blood.

"You must listen to me, Bo, for we haven't much time," the voice began, a calm, but also subtly afraid, tone. "Things are on their way, baby, they're coming. Don't be afraid... but everything is not going to be all right."

Bo's legs gave way and she collapsed in the pool of blood around her. Her tears were crimson, her skin was red, and as she raised her head she saw a distorted figure. An alien.

"I won't let that happen, Bo" Morgan assured her, holding her hand tightly as she explained her dream to him.

BANG!

The children's eyes sprung to the ceiling as the sound played out through the basement. They didn't say a word.

But their hands remained interlocked.