Patrick clenched his fists and let out an angry sigh.
oOo
The smell was nauseating. Lana could barely breathe. Looking around, she shrieked. She was surrounded by pigs.
'O-M-G, I've died and gone to hell,' she muttered. 'This isn't the vision I wanted.'
Climbing up from the floor, Lana ran outside into the fresh air. Breathing deeply, the warmth of the sun enveloped her freezing cold body, and she sighed. Thousands of beautiful yellow buttercups covered the fields surrounding her. Mr Grimshaw's farm stood proudly at the top of the hill, just a few hundred metres away.
Squinting, she shielded her eyes with her hand and watched as a young man walked towards her. He was dressed a little strangely, but Lana did nothing as he walked right past her and into the pigpen, where he fed and wate
