Falling... falling... falling then Simon's voice in my ear, telling me not to say anything, telling me to wake up and follow him.
It was dark, my eyes tried to focus but Simon grabbed me to my feet and we started running through the dark, I followed his lead and the sound of his feet.
Through the bathroom that connected our rooms, into Simon's room where he grabbed something and then we stopped in front of the back door, he was trying to open it, he couldn't, I heard muffled voices.
He started to sob, it startled me, I knew that it was absolutely important that we get out of the house so I crouched down next to him and started for the door our dad had just put in for the dog we were going to get.
We crawled and I felt the warm breeze through the flap in the door, we crawled out into the backyard. I could see the porch lamp was still on... they were still out, what time was it?
I saw Simon dash towards the other side of the backyard, the tree house, I ran after him, we climbed up the ladder and locked the door under us, we both stood there, catching our breath and I wondered how long those people would be in our house, what we would do for the meantime and prayed they'd leave before my parents got home.