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(Rowan) I was in nothingness. I was no longer at the lake's shore, not back with Tess at my nan's. It was like I was hanging in limbo, floating. I needed to focus. I had been able to bring back that last memory of my dad on the front porch when I was 7, so perhaps I could bring back the interaction we just had. I focused hard, bringing to mind the scene: the rippling lake water, the warm burn of the sand on my feet, the bright glow of the sun, the fresh air, my dad's face, the feeling of his arms around me as he clutched me to his chest.... Something started to appear but it was so far away. I started running toward it, trying to get closer. It was the only spot of light in this sea of blackness. The closer I got, the more energy I could feel. It felt similar to the pull I had felt when