Ronnie sat there in her bed crying. She had just had a dream, or a nightmare. She saw those tiny little feet at the top of the stairs and she was running to get them but she couldnt quite reach them. Then the word Telford flashed up in the woke instantly. She had to go to Telford. She leaped out of bed not thinking how or when she would get there. She was nineteen and alone in a small flat in London. It was the 23rd of June. She went and pulled out a bag from under her bed and started to pack.

Over in Telford a 5 year old girl called Amy Jones was sat in her mum's friends spare bedroom. Her parents and her little brother Gareth were fighting for their lives in hospital. They were in the car on their way to pick Amy up and then they crashed and the car flipped. She sat there and cried herself to sleep. Just as she was dropping off the phone rang and the house was so quiet, she could hear the conversation of her mum's friend. " Yes,,,they died? Alright. I will tell Amy in the morning. " Amy opened the door and saw Rebecca with tears in her eyes.

Amy: Tell me what?

Rebecca: Well daddy isn't coming back. or Gareth.

Rebecca could see the fear and the tears in Amy's eyes.

Rebecca: Why don't we go have some hot chocolate?

Amy just nodded and was soon picked up off the floor by Rebecca and was being carried to the kitchen.

8.30 am and Ronnie was on the train to Telford. She had £200 to keep her going. She sat there fidgeting with the locket aroung her neck mumbling to herself " how long is this gonna take?" to herself. Then all of a sudden the train speakers said " Now approaching Telford Station. Please mind the gap. " She immediatley shot out of her seat anxious to know if her dream was right.

At Rebecca's house Amy was waiting for Rebecca to take her to the hospital.

Amy: C'mon Autine Becky!! I don't wanna be late.

Rebecca: I am coming sweetie.

Rebecca came down the stairs and grabbed her keys leading Amy into her car. It was a long and silent car journey. When they arrived Rebecca tightly gripped Amy's hand and asked the receptionist to see Pamela, Amy's mum.

Amy: Mummy!

Pam: You alright darling. Listen. Why don't you sit over there so me and Auntie Becky can talk.

Amy: Alright mummy.

Amy went and sat down on a chair but she still wanted to listen.

Pam: Becky. Y'know how Amy was adopted?

Rebecca: Yeah.

Pam: If I don't make it. I want to give her to her birth mother. I have already informed the social and I aint changing my mind.