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Ian thought his head would explode. He, Amy, Hamilton and Dan sat at the old wooden table which was in the centre of the Command Centre. They had spent hours trying to figure out a plan to help their young cousin, Phoenix, escape but they needed help—and fast. Ian thought about what he would do if he needed help. Annabella, he thought. Annabella could help! She was good with helping them, that’s one of the things that he liked most about her. A sharp pain nudged at his heart and he remembered. She was gone. Ian let out a sigh in defeat. He folded is arms and rested his head on them, closing his eyes, allowing himself to escape into his memory. Annabella smiled at him, her light blue eyes shining with a dim glow. Help us Annbell, he pleaded. Her expression change completely. Her glossy lips dropped down, her eyebrows scrunched together and her eyes had ‘sad’ written all over them. I’m sorry, she mouthed as her figure began to fade.

“We haven’t gotten anywhere!” Dan exclaimed suddenly, making Ian jump. He looked up and saw that Dan had moved and was tapping away on a nearby computer. Amy went and dragged her brother back to the table and sat him in his seat. “If only we could talk to Grace” she thought. Then it hit him. Grace! Grace had passed over, and so had Annabella! Ian thought back to when Annabella had called upon Natalie. A tiny bit of hope seemed to find him. “Amy, do you have matches and a candle?” he asked. She looked at him in utter confusion but nodded before leaving the room. She came back in holding a small box of matches and a tall, thin candle with “Life” engraved on it. He took them and left the room.

Ian walked down the hall and found a vacant room. He turned the handle and pushed the door open. You could tell the door hadn’t been opened in a long time by the loud creaking sound it made as he closed it behind him. He looked around to see a small table in the back corner of the room coated with a thick layer of dust. He started towards it, his footsteps echoing throughout the room. He sat down the two items and started getting them ready. He took a match out form the box and ignited it on the side. The small stick produced tiny burst of hot air. He lit the candle and blow out the match. Snatching the candle up he walked to the centre of the room.

When Annabella had shown him what to do he never thought he’d actually be doing it someday, especially not days later. He lifted the candle up just below his face. “I summon the spirit of Annabella Ozera” he stated then blowing out the candle. Just like he’d expected, a blue-ish white light started forming from the candle. It grew bigger and brighter, blinding almost.   Ian turned away for only a second and the light had gone. “I knew you’d do it!” an Australian accent greeted him. He turned to see Annabella standing before him in the same clothes she had died in. She looked different with a slight glow outlining her body. He couldn’t help but grinned. Not only had it worked but he was now in the presence of the one who held his heart once more. “Annbell, are you okay? What is it like on the Other Side?” he asked. He had never really thought about what happened after we die but after seeing his dead sister he knew there was something more that met the eye to this world. Annabella shook her head. “There is too much about it that I cannot explain, love. Nor do I think I will ever be able to.” She explained.