Ik houd van Nederland!! (I love the Netherlands!)

I'm not afraid to admit it......I absolutely love the Netherlands! And I love everything about it - the land, the people, the language, the weather, the food (sometimes :p), and the history! I am seriously going to live there one day...not even joking!

(Shots from inside the airplane)

   Though most people will not realize it, Holland is a really cool country. Here are some facts that you may not know about the Netherlands: 

Did you know...

 - That Amsterdam is entirely built on platforms, with huge stakes driven into the ground? Central station has 6000 of them keeping it up.

- The Dutch are the tallest people in the world? (I'm serious, their toilets are so tall, my toes barely touched the ground...and I'm 5'5!) The average height for a guy is 6'2, and the average height for a girl is 5'7! 

- The Netherlands has the highest population density (493 inhabitants per square km - water excluded) of any European country with over 1 million inhabitants? 

- That New York City started as Dutch colony called New Amsterdam? 

- That a 2007 UNICEF report on child well-being in rich countries ranked the Netherlands as the best country for children to live in because of its low crime rate? 

- The Netherlands actually has two capitals? Amsterdam and the Hague. 

- The microscope, the telescope, pendulum clock and the mercury thermometer are all 16th or 17th century Dutch inventions.

- There are 1180 windmills in the Netherlands.

- That IKEA: international home products retailer is a company owned by Holland? (founded in Sweden but headquartered in Holland)

- Almost every Dutch person has a bicycle and there are twice as many bikes as cars?

- Amsterdam boasts more museums of any city in the world, measured per square meters. With over 70 major well known museums in the Netherlands of which over 40 are in Amsterdam?

- The Dutch are the world experts on keeping back the water / sea from over running their country and turning it into another Atlantis. During the hurricane Katrina disaster it was the Dutch the USA government turned to for help on how to repair the levies in New Orleans.

- Over 70% of the worlds bacon (poor pigs) comes from the Netherlands.

- About 30% of all Dutch babies are born at home?
- People in Holland eat raw herring with onions on top? (Yuck!)
- You'll find a bunch of flowers in almost every Dutch living room?

- When Dutch schoolchildren pass their exams, they hang a Dutch flag and a school
bag outside their homes? (It's true! I saw some!) --> 

I've also had countless memories there! From being snapped at by a Spanish speaking person for listening in on his conversation, to accidentally bumping into a one armed guy in a castle...I had such a blast! (Even though both of those moments were ridiculously awkward...) :/

When I went, I arrived on a Sunday. Holland is seven hours ahead of our time, so we got there around 10/11ish in the morning, and it was still 3/4ish in the morning our time (talk about exhausting!) 

Our good friend, Pekka picked us up at an airport and we went to visit Doorweth Castle (the place where I bumped into the poor guy.) 

We ate dinner at Pekka and Lena's (and I tried french fries and mayonnaise for the first time (YUM!))

On Monday, we went to Amsterdam, which is about an hour away from where we were staying (a gorgeous city called Arnhem.) 

In Amsterdam, we went on a few canal trips (one of the boats we were on broke down and we had an hour delay lol) did a little shopping and had lunch, and then finally went to the Anne Frank House which is, without a doubt, the best museum I have ever been too. World War II is my favorite piece of history to learn about and to stand in the place where Anne Frank lived and was taken away was breathtaking. (Also, here's a little World War II fact....we stayed in a historical city - Arnhem - which is the place where the Germans invaded the Netherlands. A huge battle went on there - look up "The Battle of Arnhem" on google, and you'll get quite a bit of information.) 

 (The picture on the left is where we waited for the train to Amsterdam to come...and the picture on the right is Central Station - there was a fact given about that up above.)

 (The first picture is the canal we were in that broke down lol. As soon as they opened the roof, it came and poured on us. The second picture is just a sign that kind of humored me, but also reminded me to hold onto my handbag a little tighter.)

 (I tried taking a lot of photos of people in Amsterdam, and this was one of my best.)

(These pictures were both taken by the Anne Frank House - the one on the right is the actual house - and the one on the left was another picture of people in Amsterdam.)

On Tuesday, we shopped in Arnhem all day! It was so entertaining because there were so many unlimited shops to go to! I got to see a whole new part of Holland that day :) 

(A lovely day to go shopping.) 
(Our lunch menu and
the big shopping area -->)
(The pictures below me humored me. The last one, with the fake person under the umbrella...walking down the street, I thought that was a real person.
I had quite a shock when I realized it was a statue.)  

                            (And of course I creep on people, as you see down below lol.)

The next day we went to Kroller Mueller, which houses the most Van Goh paintings in the world. We saw his most famous works as well as some by Pablo Picasso and other famous artists. It was a really cool experience! Also, usually you have to ride a bike for ten miles to get into the museum, but we got a guy to drive us down, so we didn't do all of the work (lazy, i know :p)

The day after that, I went to a war museum (based on the Battle of Arnhem and we hung out and shopped and stuff for the last couple of days.) SO much fun! :) 

Van Goh's most famous painting

See the face? :)

In the Sculpture garden...

* Sorry for the weird picture arrangement, but they wont fit in nicely with one another :/

Characters

So, I'm hoping to post chapter one (or part of it) soon, and before I do, I want you guys to get a good look at the characters. Now, I'm not as talented as Rhea, so I can't really draw my characters out as well as I want to. I could try, but they would end up looking totally different. To make things a little less complicated and more accurate, I surfed the web and found some pictures of people who look relatively close to the actual characters.
So let's start, shall we?

As mentioned before, the main character's name is Ariel. It is pronounced differently: Ari-el. Most of the time, everyone just calls her Ari.

She is an eighteen year old girl with a strange past. Both of her parents died when she was very young, and she is an only child. Ari cannot remember anything about her parents, or any of her childhood. The only memory she has, happened when she was 6 years old, in which she was convinced that she had seen an "angel."
As Ari continues to grow up, she notices how she doesn't belong in the world, and that she is always out of the loop. She doesn't really seek an explanation for it, and tries to think of herself as just "different." Throughout her life, Ari keeps seeing "sightings" of strange, unnatural humans. She is aware that her ability to identify them is unusual, yet she doesn't exactly know how her mind can distinguish them from everyone else.

I’m not sure what part of me can differentiate them from ordinary people, because in all my life, I’ve never met or heard of anyone who can point them out so effortlessly. It’s more of a feeling - intuition, perhaps. But it's really all a mystery to me.

Through her past circumstances, she learns certain traits about them. Also, she realizes that some have different abilities than others.
Her life turns around on December 1st, 2010 when she meets a certain stranger. After that, the chaos begins.
She is said to have gray eyes and reddish brownish hair.


Dante is introduced in the first chapter. I got the idea of the character Dante from a real person who I saw at McDonalds.

 (NOTE: Remember that he doesn't look exactly like this, but it is pretty close.) 

He looked like he was maybe seventeen or eighteen years old. At the moment, he was hunched over in a black and red jacket. I got a good view of the back of his head, which was covered in shaggy, dark blonde hair. It was long enough to cover up half of his ears and a good majority of his neck. I noticed that he was twirling something in his long, bony fingers. A cell phone.

            I kept my eyes trained on his movements while he wasn’t looking, trying to take in the details of his defined cheekbones, the small, barely noticeable shadows growing beneath his black eyes, the slight twitch of his jaw…

Dante is one of those characters where you don't really know what to expect from him. As the story continues, you will learn a little more about his dark past and how he became who he is, and you will also get to know his personality better. (He's my favorite character in this book.)


 Seymour ends up playing a major role in this story, though you will probably not be able to tell at the beginning of the story. Ari compares him a lot to Dante, and notices that they look "almost like brothers."

Seymour had a head full of chocolate-colored brown hair, around the same length as Dante’s. Like I had noticed before, their body shapes were similar. Seymour wasn’t as lanky as Dante, and he had more muscle on his chest and upper body. However, his highly defined cheekbones, curved eyebrows, and perfectly proportioned face matched Dante’s. It was weird.

            I secretly wondered inside if they were brothers. Lying near each other, I could see how they could be, and yet they were so different at the same time.

Originally, Jade was going to be Ari's best friend. However, my characters sometimes turn on me and end up doing other things. As of the moment, Jade is a very short-tempered and angry person. I know for a fact though, that Jade is more than what she appears to be.

It took me awhile to find a decent picture for her, since I had such a vivid image of her inside of my head. Again, this doesn't look exactly like her, but the image gives us a general idea of what she looks like.

Jade looked the most different to me. I couldn’t really see her face last night, except for the outline of her features. I was expecting to look at an evil face – a witch’s face perhaps, probably because of the way she acted towards me last night. However, she was the most normal looking of them all.

            Her cropped black hair was layered, and somewhat rustled from her sleep. Her face was small, petite, and angel-like. I recognized her slightly upturned nose, but I also saw a few unnoticed freckles painted on her pale face, as well as a few other things. Her sharp chin, her defined jaw line, a small, barely noticeable scar running down her neck, her slender, almost perfect fingers, the length of her thin legs, the way she cradled her arms inward into her chest, as if protecting her heart…

Hmmm, well I can't say a whole ton about Elliot without spoiling a lot of it. I'll just say that he's not necessarily good. He's very seductive in a way, which makes him extremely dangerous, and he's very powerful and temperamental.

I couldn't find one picture alone that looked like him. The first one shows a good idea of what his facial features are like, yet the second one shows more of the evilness, the shadows in his face, and the hair style that he has.

 

“What did he look like?” he asked next.

            I heard the seriousness in the tone of his voice, and it only made me more nervous. I bit my lip in concentration.

            “Tall, blonde hair, kind of muscular, blue eyes…” I kept trying to think. How could I explain the confidence and casualty in the way he walked? The way his eyebrows raised lightly over his eyes, when the scream lashed through the air? The way he looked at me, almost seductively? The way his face was beautiful, yet incredibly evil at the same time? The way his jaw twitched without him realizing it?

 
There are many more characters to introduce, but I thought I would start you off lightly so you won't get them all confused and mixed up. :)

A Slight Change....Okay a Big One

Lately, I've been working on my latest book, Last December. I previously mentioned this book in one of my earlier blogs, the one where I wrote about the basic plots of a lot of my stories. In that other blog, I talked about how Last December was about a girl who could see angels and demons...and I've twisted the plot a lot. 

However, there are some similar things. It is about a girl who can see...unusual beings. The genre is thriller/romance/suspense. Unfortunately, I can't say a whole ton about this story without revealing a lot of it. I can tell you this: the main character's name is Ariel - Ari for short - and the story is told through her point of view. It starts off on December 1st, 2010 and it takes off from there. I knew that this story had potential, but it wasn't until a particular incident that the idea struck me and I was able to take off.
The reason I've been working on this book lately is because it's taking place during this month, December. So, as I talk about each day in Ari's life, it is supposed to happening right now, in present day. As I continue writing about Ari and the people interacting in her life, it is so easy for me to fall in love with the story and the plot...which is something I do with all my stories.
I am willing to post a few chapters as I go along with the story...if you would like me to. It might take me awhile, since I am picky with the editing and all. Let me know!



 

Sample Chapter

Here's just part of a chapter that goes to one of the random stories I worked on awhile ago. Right now, I'm not sure if I'm going to continue with this story, but to sum it up, it is about a school shooting. The main character is a survivor, and Mattie is her sister. That's all you need to know to read this.
I posted this because it will be awhile before I can post chapters from my other stories :)
Beware: this is kind of depressing.

            It’s raining outside.

            It’s a light rain and it makes a small mist rise from the ground. Today’s weather matches my mood - colorless and sad. I walk outside, feeling the cooler air meet my face for the first time in a week. The green trees and bushes sway in the wind, bending the direction the gust is blowing them in, and their bodies groan under the stress. There’s a slight limp to my walk, as I stumble out of our SUV, and over to the graveyard.

            The cemetery is located about seven miles from our house. It was made recently, so there are only around one hundred bodies or so buried here. The various colors from the flowers by the graves greet me, and the tombstones make my blood freeze like ice. Mattie’s body is here. I don’t think it had hit me until now.

            “Can I go by myself?” I asked my mom, when she preceded to go with me. She gave me an expression of uncertainty, and I notice how her gaze rests on my leg.

            “I’ll be fine,” I tell her. “And I kind of want to do this alone.”

            The rain is sinking into my scalp, through my clothes, and I feel chills run through my arms.

            “Okay,” she finally says. “But at least take this with you.” She hands me an umbrella. I take it and raise it above my head. It’s like turning a light switch off, that quick movement, when I feel the rain and then suddenly I don’t.

            “Her tombstone is over there,” she says, pointing to my right. “She’s in the fourth row.” I nod and start trudging through the grass, up the hill.

            I can feel the wetness soaking into my socks. My toes squirm inside my damp shoes. I’d never like the feeling of water being trapped inside my shoes. It always made me cringe.

            I wore my black coat - which was long – it easily went down to my knees. I wrapped the unbuttoned flaps closer to my chest, because I was walking in the direction of the wind. Little raindrops fell on my face, like the gentle tears of God. Was he crying with me?

            I reach the top of the hill, where I approach the rows of tombstones. It didn’t seem real to me, that people’s bodies were below my feet, that they were decaying slowly in their caskets. Unfamiliar names blur by me, until I finally give myself the courage to walk down the fourth row.

            I merely glance at the names carved into stone. I recognize a name from my school, though it wasn’t Mattie’s.

                    SARAH KAY THOMPSON.

September 19, 1995               March 13, 2013.

            YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MISSED.

            There is a picture of her lying next to her grave (soaked from the rain). I notice that someone had pinned it to the ground so that it wouldn’t blow away. I recognize her face immediately. She had been in my study hall once for a semester. I recognize her long, perfectly straight auburn hair, the light brown eyes, and the splash of freckles on her face.

            It was like yesterday.

            I touch the head of the tombstone with my bare fingers, feeling the cold dampness of the stone absorb into my system. She was dead. Dead. How could that word even seem real to me, after it had affected me so much?

            They weren’t coming back.

            “What’s your story?” I whisper to the grave. “Who shot you? Where were you at?” I bit my lip, and move on before the pain settled in.

            Next to her grave was Mattie’s.

            I slowly advanced towards it, and at first I didn’t say anything. I just stare at her name, carved into stone. I can’t bring myself to face the truth. That I really wasn’t going to see her again. That I wouldn’t hear her soft voice or hear her quiet breathing whenever she stood next to me.

            “Mattie?” my voice croaks, as my eyes rested on her picture. It was like Sarah’s picture – pinned into the ground. I recognize her face so well that it tore a hole in my heart to know that I wouldn’t be able to speak to it again. I feel the immense despair settle into my chest, weighing me down, as if my insides were made of concrete.

            Here she was – or her body at least – in the ground below my feet. I’d never thought I would have to live this day, the day my sister was dead and I was alive. Why did it have to come so soon?

            “Mattie.” 

            I feel my legs sink – a sharp pain expands through my thigh – and it helped contribute to the already growing tears. I sank onto my knees, the umbrella fell from my hands, the rain started pouring heavier, pounding into my body. I ignore the stabbing pains from my gunshot wounds, and I focus more on the growing one inside of me. 

            “Mattie,” I said, feeling the sobs enter my chest. I clutch at the grass above her body, intertwined it in my fingers, tangling them in the long blades. “Oh, Mattie.”

            I start crying, fiercely and persistently. The hot tears run down my cheeks as the wetness of the ground beneath my legs soaks into my jeans. I feel as though my whole being is breaking and shaking. I detect the feeling leave my legs as my weight keeps the blood from flowing through them, I feel my head fall into my hands.

            “Mattie,” I say, her name echoing inside my head. “Mattie.”

            I didn’t know what happened to her that day, who killed her, where she was shot. I just know that she died in a biology classroom. Was Alec – the person who shot me – the one who took her life away? Did she die before I was attacked or after? Was she in pain? Did she die a slow death?

            “Mattie!” I cry, saying her name louder and louder. “Mattie!”

            I didn’t know what I expect to get from my actions. Surely, she would never answer me. Surely, it won’t ease the pain. But I found that once I started saying her name, I couldn’t stop. I somehow wanted to make her come back. I somehow wanted to wake up from this dying picture of front of me. I want to wake up, and find her in her room, and sigh with relief to know that she wasn’t dead after all.

            But it didn’t work. It never worked. Because this isn’t a dream. 

            I found that I was ripping the grass as I was thinking harder. I stopped, looking at the handfuls of freshly pulled grass in my palms, and I let go of it slowly. They fall down slowly, sprinkling from my hands, a few blades sticking to my palm. The rain helps wash those exceptional few away.

            “I’m so sorry,” I whisper, once I had the breath to say something. “I’m so sorry that you died…and I lived.”

            I stroke the moist dirt with my hands, where her head should be beneath me. Though I am so close, I still feel so far away from her. I don’t even know if she is listening to me. I don’t know if she could. I stay there and cry anyways.

            I look at the little things people have placed at her grave. A clay kitten that she had carved in seventh grade. She had made it when she was young, but it was flawless nonetheless. She always made things that way, though. Everything had to be perfect.

            One of her colorful belts, with splattered paint covering the boring black color beneath it. Mattie had made it by herself.

            “It was so dull before,” she had said. “I couldn’t help but spice it up a bit, add some color. It needed that extra boost to feel wanted.”

            I am startled by how clearly I can hear her feminine voice. It was still light and girly, but it was hers. It was different, unique, special.

            “Oh Halle,” she had told me once. “You think way to hard about things. Try focusing on the simplest things, and the complicated junk melts away.”

            I can’t remember why she was telling me that, but I do recount those words. She thought simply, even though she was incredibly smart. She had a different view. I had always wondered what lurked behind those wide blue eyes.

            I lift a picture frame of her and her best friend, Carrie at the mall. Both were wearing new shades that they had bought, and both of them wore pink – their classic color. I recognize the handbag Mattie was holding, the one she would take with her everywhere. It was white with random splotches of black and bright green and orange scattered all over it. 

            The picture frame said: “Love is stronger than death even though it can't stop death from happening, but no matter how hard death tries it can't separate people from love. It can't take away our memories either. In the end, life is stronger than death.”           

            I look at a few other things she had – perfectly whole shells she had found on a beach that we visited when I was nine (she was seven), a necklace with heart and peace sign charms on it, her bright yellow scrunchie, one of her pink converse shoes, and a beanie baby that she had for as long as I could remember.

            Items. Memories.

            I reposition myself, trying to think of the best words to say. My goodbye was on the edge of my lips, but I didn’t want to spit it out.

            “You were such a good sister to me,” I tell her, looking up at her name. “You didn’t deserve this,” I say, shaking my head. “You didn’t deserve this at all.”

            I was able to stop myself from crying (at least really hard) for a moment as I thought about what I want to say next.

            “I admit, it’s hard to find words to…” I pause a minute. “To say my goodbye.”

            I swallow hard. The rain continues to pound into me, into the earth beneath my knees, into my back, but I remain crouched forward, ignoring all of it.

            “I never ever imagined having to do this,” I tell her. “I really wish this day had never come. So badly.”

            I take my soaked palm and try to wipe my tears off my cheeks. However, since my hands as just as wet as my face, it doesn’t work out so well. I pretty much just slosh it around in a different position.

            “It’s hard to accept that you’re really gone. Even though I was there, in that same building with you, probably experiencing a lot of the things you did before you died, it still doesn’t seem real to me. At least, not as real as I would think it should be.”

            I close my mouth. I am rambling on and on. But Mattie wouldn’t have minded. At least she wouldn’t have if she were alive. She was a listener, one of the best things about her. She listened to you. She cared.

            “You have no idea how much I’m going to miss you,” I say. “My life isn’t ever going to be complete – it never will be.” My lower lip trembles as I tried to say my last words.

            “I love you.”

            There they are again, those same warm tears. They were something I was so used to now, constantly making my cheeks chapped, constantly coming to me whenever I needed them – every day.

            “Goodbye, Mattie.”

            I lay my head down into the wet earth, and breathe deeply. That ache, that sheer loss enters my body, stronger than before. The desolation, the consciousness that this was actually happening to me, the hopelessness in knowing that she would never come back, makes me collapse, unmoving, completely in the ground.

            I can’t move, I can’t feel, I can’t cry. I just want to die. I want to be where Mattie is, embrace her tightly, hear her warm chuckle in my ear, and feel her long arms around me. But I never will. I will never experience that ever again. She was gone.

            And so am I.

Pictures

These didn't come through the previous blog for some strange reason:

So Mine's is:

The Shadow Girl: 

Lily

 Last December: 

 In His Eyes:

 The Unseen

 I don't have one for Distorted yet.......

A Little Assistance...

Just to give you a little info about the choices (from the previous blog):

 

Mine takes place in the Netherlands. Genre: Romance. The main character is named Sarah Tyler, whose older sister, Emme passed away a few months before from (well you find that out in the book ;)). Her aunt and uncle live in the Netherlands as missionaries, and they offer to help her out (her family is kind of messed up and she's having a difficult time dealing with her sister's death) and so she decides to try it out and live with them for a couple months, or however long she wants to. While she's there, she finds her first love (though it's rather complicated, of course), she experiences what it is like as American to be in a foreign country, and she learns how to deal with death and the fact that anyone can die at any time.





The Shadow Girl has two main characters: Lisa Keller and Selena. Both these girls were originally best friends until a church split broke apart their friendship. Genre: Tragedy/Family. For almost two years they haven't even spoken to each other. Then, on February 19, Lisa commits suicide in the girls bathroom at Clayton High (the school they both attend.) After her death, several investigations start, and Selena starts asking herself questions. As investigators dive deeper into Lisa's story, both sides of the story are revealed, as well as some other secrets.

 

Lily is probably one of my stranger novels. It's about an ordinary girl who mysteriously disappears one autumn afternoon. Genre: Suspense. The basic thing that readers try to find throughout the story is what really happened to Lily on that day. It has two main characters: Tanya, Lily's best friend, and Lily herself. It's a little stranger, with also many twists and turns.

 

Last December is my most recent novel. My idea was inspired through a dream. Genre: suspense/action/superstition. The main character is named Celeste, and she can see angels and demons. Though her gift is rare, she can't tell which is which (good or bad). However, they greatly affect her daily life. This is also a stranger novel.

 

The Unseen is part of a six book series. The main character is named Vanessa Krause. Genre: Romance/Suspense/Sci-fi. Her story begins on Halloween night (no I did not just recently make this one up.) In the town she lives in, three people have mysteriously disappeared on this night, all found dead. This has caused a serious hype among the people, but to Vanessa, it all is extremely annoying. However, that Halloween night, she sees something terrifying in the woods and she is knocked out unconscious. Three days later, she wakes up in the same world, but as a different person. WARNING: THE REST MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS. IT DEPENDS ON HOW MUCH YOU WANT IT TO BE SUSPENSEFUL. IT IS ALSO QUITE COMPLICATED AS THE STORY GOES ON.  She soon learns that no one can see her or hear or, or even detect her presence. No she is not dead. She is part of a new race of humans, preserved from the future to keep the human race alive. They are divided into certain categories: Hunters, Warriors, Elders, and Protectors. Hunters collect human souls throughout the course of the year (yes, kill them pretty much), because this race of humans need human souls in order to live. They devour them on the Harvest (aka Halloween night) and anyone who comes in their feeding "zone" automatically becomes one of them (that's what happens to Vanessa.) Warriors protect the earth itself, by nourishing plants, animals, and elements. They have a direct link with the sun. Vanessa falls in love with Chaz, who is a Warrior, and she becomes a Huntress. However, there is a lethal feud between the Hunters and Warriors. The Elders are in charge of everyone, and the Protectors protect the races from other lethal races, trying to time travel where they are. These lethal races are designed to do only one thing: kill. Though her love is forbidden with Chaz, it also becomes even more complicated. It is possible to destroy an Unseen by sucking out their souls, however this can only be done with Hunters and Warriors. Warriors suck out Hunters souls, and visa versa. However, their race is also linked to nature, in which, if a Huntress and a Warrior were to fall in love, terrible things would happen to the world around them (natural disasters, etc.) It is an extremely complicated story, but quite interesting all the same.

 

Distorted is about abortion. It is set in the future, in a point in time where medical advancements are so great that an aborted baby can be healed (if the mother gives birth to them alive - which does happen - though it is rare.) Genre: Romance. In this story, there is an organization that deals with babies who live through the abortion process. If a baby lives after an "attempt" abortion, then they can be healed through medical advancements. However, they are so badly scarred, that they remain distorted for the rest of their lives. This means that they are highly frowned upon in society, to the point where, once they are healed, they are sent to the Isolation House to live in isolation for the rest of their lives. The main character, Silas, tells the story through his eyes. He is the first person to ever escape the Isolation House, and being a genius, invented a rather clever disguise. Through this, he meets someone, someone who will change his life forever.

 

In His Eyes is told through Missy Parker's point of view. She's popular, she's pretty, and selfish. She doesn't care about anyone but herself. Also, he doesn't ever notice Cam, until she starts having strange dreams about him. Through these dreams she starts piecing together somethings that no one had ever noticed. Through it all, she discovers a secret behind Cam - one that changes her life forever.