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    “Eat. You need strength, Vanessa,” he pointed to the tray with food on it. I hadn't even noticed that there was a small table not far away from my bed. “A long travel is waiting for us. You need to be as strong as you can.”
    “My name is Trinity,” I said, rising my voice to show that I was angry.
    He rewarded me with a wide smile and stood up. He didn't say anything more, and I didn't intend to open my mouth, either, although I didn't want to be left here alone. But when I finally collected enough courage to ask him to stay here with me, he was gone.
    I felt abandon, although I heard noises behind the door, letting me know that I wasn't the last person in this world.
    I sighed and hugged myself even tighter.
    It wasn't wise for him to leave me alone if he really wanted to help me. Everyone knew that the most awful thoughts could attack you when you were left alone.
    I closed my eyes and tried to understand what was happening around me. I was killed and now I was alive again. A miracle? Even in my own stories I didn't believe in miracles. I was alive...for a reason.
    What else? I asked myself in my mind. I let memories about the yellow floating ball in the air fill me. It wasn't a dream. It was reality. And what had that ball told me? Soulmate. It had told me he was waiting for me. What that supposed to mean?
    I opened my eyes and lifted my head up. I glanced at the food and my stomach released a nasty noise, like encouraging me to put something inside me. I hesitated, but only for a few minutes. Soon I let a sweet biscuits touch my tongue.
    After ten minutes, I was full and the tray was empty. I couldn't believe that I had eaten all that food. In average day I doubted if I could be able to eat at least half of food on that tray. But maybe I had such a good appetite only because I didn't eat... how long was I dead?
    My eyes turned unconsciously at the door. I became suddenly curious. Were they talking about me there?
    “Why should they?” I asked myself in a whisper.
    I left the warm bed and approached the door slowly. My steps were small and unsure, my legs trembled, like I had spent many days reading on my bed, totally ignoring the need to move. Yea, I loved reading and writing so much, that at school I had problems when a coach ordered me to run laps.
    Somehow I managed to stand in front of the door. But I would have been on the ground if not the door knob which my hands were gripping tightly in order to keep my body standing. I was so weak that a baby could defeat me. It wasn't strange for me that Christopher carried me in the graveyard ... last night.
    I opened the door after some minutes, when I felt strong enough to do something more that just stand. I didn't hurry to open door widely and tell everyone that I was here. I liked to be an eavesdropper. I was similar to my character with this behavior, although I knew that a person's privacy should be respected.
    I looked through the small gap. I saw a corridor. It was empty, but not sank in the silence. Two voices were echoing in the corridor. They didn't try to mute themselves. It almost seemed like they wanted me to hear their conversation. So, I decided to accept their invitation.
    “I still can't believe your statement. She remembers?” the woman sounded astonished. Why was it so bad for me to remember some facts about myself?
    The answer hit me; because I shouldn't know who I was.
    “But she does,” I heard Christopher's serious voice. “She also remembers what we have done this night.”
    “But how?” the woman asked. I heard some steps.
    “And that is the right question, Avery. They have never remembered who they are. That's why it is easy for us to do our job.”
    She didn't reply. Silence spread around them and me for some minutes. That quiet was killing me. They should start talking again. I wanted to hear more information. So, how I had already heard, I was a special case. I shouldn't have remembered who I