The helicopter appeared, and I could barely climb in without collasping. I made it, but as soon as I was in i slumped on the floor and couldn’t get up. The little girl came in next and I grabbed her hand. “The pilot will take you wherever you want to go, and when you arrive, just say job well done and it will turn back into a charm. Can you remember that?” She nodded. I let go of her hand and slumped back to the floor. Everything went black.
I am a writer. If I seem cold, it's because I am surrounded by drafts. -Unknown Author