I laid my head back on my pillow, hoping Michael will know the answer as to what can help me. I don't want to die. Not now. I still have a full life ahead of me. Please, Michael. Please, have an answer.



*Taylor's Dream*



"Michael?" I can't see anything at all but a little light source. I try so hard to get closer to it but it seems to be getter smaller. "Michael, where are you?!" I couldn't find anyone and I was getting into a state of panic. I could see the light getting brighter, assuming it's getting closer. But I was wrong. The light was getting brighter but that's because it was turning into...