Run, whispered a voice. Kate tossed and turned in her sleep hearing repeated whispers of fear and anxiety. "AH!" Kate shot up, extremely awake and alert, a cold sweat dribbling down her forehead. Her breaths were sharp and shallow, her head pounded, her chest hurt and her legs were numb. "Hey Kate? Are you alright sweetie?" Came a voice from the door. It was her mom. "Uh, I think so." she replied. "Well, I made pancakes for breakfast and you better beat your brothers to them. You know how they are, they will pig them in one go." She giggled and her mom left the room. One minute later she was downstairs munching on some delicious, fluffy pancakes. Her mom suddenly appeared in the kitchen doorway,...