[gremlin]

The cold had finally gotten to Lucy. Her body felt weak, her head began to spun. Then she had fallen asleep, clutching the plank of wood desperately. She hoped that she would not let go as she dreamt.

When she awoke she was somewhere else. Somewhere that she had not been before. At first when she felt dry and comfortable, she thought she was in her bed. Had everything been a dream? Her eyes opened and then she knew that she was wrong. I'm not at home, she thought, where the hell am I? She sat up, her heart began to pound in her chest. She was scared. Her eyes then fell to her body, she was not wearing her clothes. These were someone else's clothes. They were rather big on her petite frame.

She brought herself to the side of the bed, she wiggled her toes in delight. She could feel her legs, she could feel her whole body. She was alive. An overwhelming feeling of relief washed over her. How good it felt to be alive. Lucy stood, she screamed when she noticed someone in front of her. Then laughed when she realised it was her own reflection. A mirror stood in front of her.

Her eyes examined herself. She twirled, her dark hair fell upon her face, the over-sized shirt flowed effortlessly. It was so big, she looked like a fool. She brushed her hair from her face. Then she heard noise from above, moving and talking. It didn't sound like there was one person. There were many. She ran her hand along the wall of the room then found herself on the deck. Her eyes look around her. She was on a ship.