She heard a snap. Her body began vibrating. And there she was... floating above her bed. But how could this be her? She was definitely floating but there below her was her body. Inert and still, and she looked deeply asleep. So what was she, if not her body... what was she? Was she her soul? She looked around her room. It was shrouded in mist now, only barely visible through the fog. It was just like when her dad had died. She readied herself for the pain to come as the memory surfaced. She squinted her eyes in preparation, but it didn't come. The only feeling that existed here was peace.

So what now? And then she knew, of course, why had she tried to leave the pain behind in the first place? Ha! Pain! It just didn't exist here.

Her dad floated into her thoughts again and she felt a tug at her chest, like an invisible rope pulling at her. She closed her eyes, surrendering to it. Where was she going? Who cared?

She drifted through the door as if it wasn't there and onto the landing. It wasn't quite like floating because she had some power in her arms. If she held them tight to her side she found she went faster. And flapping them around slowed her down. Her senses were way more acute and she could hear every sound in the house magnified. She listened; scuttling mice in the attic sounded like heavy-booted men; the kettle whistling away downstairs became a steam train flying through the countryside. Wow, Ben will never believe this, she thought.

Then the kettle stopped whistling and she heard her mum coming up the stairs. Panicking slightly she glanced around, wondering where to go. She looked down on her mum's blonde head getting closer as she climbed the stairs. Her mum seemed not to notice her. She was so close. Kezia reached out to touch her hair and it fluffed slightly as if a breeze had caught it. But, as she had begun to suspect, she couldn't be seen. She was invisible.