Gun fire rang out through the school. The screams of the children echoed through the halls as the floors were painted red with the blood of the innocent. I see her face twist with pain as her body turns cold. She lies in a silhouette of blood and tears. As the violence continues my eyes remain fixated on her cold lifeless body. Suddenly I hear shouting behind me. As I turn to look I feel the scorching hot steel of a bullet pierce my body and settle in my lung. All goes black and I too grow cold.

                Suddenly I awake from this nightmare and look to the clock on the wall. It's half past one. I hope she's still awake. I reach for the phone and call her. As the phone rings my patience wears ever more thinly. Finally she answers and I tell her my dream. I tell her that at Twelve 'O Clock tomorrow something terrible will happen. I tell her that three men, each armed with two sub- machine guns and four hand guns will highjack the school and hold everyone inside hostage. They will have enough ammunition to kill everyone and that is exactly what they will do. I beg and plead with her not to go tomorrow. I tell her that I will come and get her and we will spend the day together, but she refuses. She asks if I have gone mad and assures me nothing like that would possibly happen. She tells me she loves me and hangs up the phone.