She smiled at her friends. “Let’s sit down, and I’ll tell you all about it. But let’s sit down over at that small round table.” So, they did. Once they got their breakfast, Felicia said, “I have a story to tell you. I was 7 when it happened. Something hit our car. To this day, I have no idea what it was. I just know it ended in my parents’ death. What I saw traumatized me for nine years. After we were hit, I saw my parents bouncing around like ping-pong balls; even though they had seat belts on, they bounced around like they weren’t wearing any.” She paused for a drink of coffee. “There was blood just everywhere; I saw it flying. Whatever hit us was huge. I heard Azella say to me, ‘You will be ok.’ Then I passed out. Back then I said that the blackness took me. Humans took me to a human h
