Everyone asked the same question: What happened to you?

The movers arrived at the house and put all the furniture on the porch when they grew tired of waiting. Calls went unanswered. Eventually the police were called in, but there was no trail to follow, no plausible theories. The family had vanished without reason.

And they deny it ever happened.

The detectives were furious. Medical exams were taken, but they were proven as sane as anyone. The news buzzed around the whole issue for a month. But as things do, the gossip eventually died down. Her parents accepted what the doctors and investigators concluded, and marked the experience down to a car crash and memory erased in the trauma.

They asked her as well, and she always answered them the same: We got lost, but I found the way out.

In truth, while she can't recall where they spent the missing weeks, she knows why they went missing. But she's young, and knows no one will believe her. She answers their questions, and waits for everyone else to solve the mystery.

At night she dreams of flying, and whispers his true name in her sleep.

In the morning, the dream is hazy, and slips from her mind as the day goes on.