Staring into the darkness, Serenity watched and listened to the sound around her. Someone seemed to be sobbing. Who was it? Someone was crying, but who?

Serenity tried to tear away the blinding darkness, and at last, she found a small child sobbing in the darkness. The small child was lovely—he had fair skin, his delicate features and beautiful eyes strangely attractive and doll-like.

Was the boy Micah? No. Not Micah. Jack! Was this Jack as a child? The boy wore the same clothes she had seen in Jack's photo album as a child!

Desperately Serenity ran forward and took the little boy in her arms. "Don't cry, Jack. Don't cry!" She heard her own voice say, and the next moment, she heard the boy's voice muttering, "Ouch! It hurts!"

'It hurts?' Serenity became anxious. "Where do you hurt?" She saw blood oozing out of his chest as the crimson-red stain continued to expand. It was blood! Jack was bleeding!

Serenity reached out almost uncontrollably, pressing her hand on his chest. She trie