Then ... A strange thing happened.In the shady gloomy shadow of the smoke, a figure appeared. It was a figure of a man. It was the image of a man she ...new. A man she’d loved. Years ago. Who had died. Ben.“Congratulations...” he said.Kimberly knew she couldn’t be that drunk. She walked over by the bed and shook her husband, but he was quite unconscious. He didn’t wake up.The figure spoke. “No reason to be upset, Kim, I really just called down to say hello. And congratulate you...”“What is going. "Oh I see." Is she here? Can I see her?" I asked."Here?" said Andrea looking at me in some surprise."She is staying here isn't she?"Tears started welling up in Mary's mother's eyes."You don't know, do you?" she asked quietly."Know what?" I replied feeling a strong sense of foreboding."She's in hospital, her HIV has become resistant to her drug regime,she's got full blown AIDS!" Andrea stated.Chapter 7Bekka suckled greedily on my nipple, the feeling of closeness to myprecious daughter was some. My current location is near to my old life. I could no doubt jog from where I am now to my family and friends. To freedom. I feel sure that, were I to be set free, I would know the location on sight. He carried me from the van over his shoulder and into a small terraced house. Unremarkable. Normal. My glazed eyes noticed the tidy garden and I heard the attention seeking cry of a cat as I entered his kitchen through the rear door. He appeared to be a normal guy, a model citizen.We paused. I sat with my head down in shame,looking up sorryful i noticed my dad had brought in with him several bags, i was now very confused and curiousat the same time he said he would be back down in a minute and went upstairs to his room, a couple minutes passedand i heard dad shout me to come upstairs, i walked nervously up the stairs and to my dads room only to find he wasn'tthere " in here " i heard from my room, well my room to be, at the moment it was just a bed and my plain white drawsand.