Yesterday she was playing with dolls, talking to her dog and the world seemed to have no end. Whilst shopping, she remembered a friend from her neighbourhood, a stuffed eagle owl and an angel who would stand by her bed every night to chase away nightmares. The memory passed away quickly, the world shrank and the streets were no longer hiding secrets; the ringing of the telephone brought her back to reality. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a drawing on closed doors; she passed it by quickly with an inkling that something bad was about to happen.

- Rafal Kijas