Hospitals were boring, that much Emma knew. Her foster parents had drug her into this cold, too clean smelling room with them. They told her that Granny was really sick and that they needed to go visit her. It didn't make much sense to her though - when they got there, Granny wasn't even awake.

After too much silence, Emma grew antsy and bored. While her foster parents sat at the foot of Granny's bed, holding hands, she snuck out into the hallway. A little boy with red hair and freckles sat in the chairs across from the room next door. He wore headphones and had a walkman in his hand.

She walked over and sat down next to him, "That's a cool cassette player. I have one just like it."

The boy remained silent. Emma could tell he was sad about something. She thought maybe it had to do with whoever was in the room in front of them.

"What are you listening to?"

Again, he was silent and gave Emma nothing but a short glance in her direction. His gaze flickered to the room in front of them. There were many people inside - eight or nine at least. They were all crowded around the hospital bed. Emma could see some of them crying, consoling each other. She was able to make out a pale woman with no hair lying in the hospital bed, when someone moved away from her bedside.

She turned back to the boy, now understanding why he was so upset. "I'm sorry your mommy is sick."

The boy nodded, removing his headphones.

"My granny is sick. But she's not really my granny." This got the boy's attention.

Emma turned to look at the room next door. A tall man in a business suit and a skinny blonde woman stood in the doorway speaking to one another.

"And they're not really my parents."

"Where are your parents?" said the boy, quietly.

Emma turned back to him and shrugged, "I don't know." He blinked at her before putting his headphones back on.

An older man came out of the crowded room now. He glanced at Emma before kneeling down in front of the little boy and speaking. After removing his headphones, he picked up the boys backpack and led him into the crowded room. Just before he made it through the doorway, the boy turned back to Emma. She waved to him, knowing that would probably be the last time she'd see him.

It was then that she heard cries coming from Granny's room. Her head darted in that direction, just as two nurses ran inside. Her foster parents emerged from the room, the woman crying into her hands as her husband hugged her.

She didn't know what to do then, but figured sitting there probably wasn't very polite. But what was she supposed to do? That wasn't her grandma and those weren't her parents. She barely even knew them.

A doctor and some nurses ran past her then, and into the crowded room. She heard machines beeping and cries and then her red-headed friend appeared again. This time he was clearly very upset. He ran out of the room and raced past her.

"Peter!" his grandfather called after him.

She had no idea what made her do it, but she didn't even think about it. She followed him - down the hallway, out the door and onto the lawn. He was on his hands and knees when she found him, crying. Quietly, she approached and sat down in the grass next to him. Peter sat up and looked at her, tears streaming down his face. Emma placed her hand on top of his, "I'm sorry."

Their gaze was broken by a blinding blue light. They held on tighter to each other. That was the last they saw of earth.

A/N : So this was just a prologue, I'm not much of a writer and wanted to see what everyone thought of the premise before I try really hard to write this story out xD Please, review and let me know what you think so far! I know it's not much, but I would love to hear from you!