The first thing Lyin became conscious of was how cold it was.  When she opened her eyes, all she saw were trees reaching toward a starry night sky.  How nice it was, a quiet forest with everything nice and calm.  Lyin wondered where she was.  She tried to get up, but found that she was completely and utterly stiff.  So, furrowing her eye brows, Lyin decided to just lay there, on what she found was cold, damp dirt and stare blankly into the sky.  What was going on?

                "There it is!" a man's voice echoed through the air.

                Lyin would've turned to see who it was, but she found herself too stiff to turn her head.

                "Are you alright, do you feel any pain?"  A man ran up to and knelt beside her.

                He was wearing an orange colored suit.  A rescue person?  What was he doing here?  What does he want?  The rescuer proceeded to ask Lyin how she was and what happened.  Lyin couldn't explain much though.  Everything was happening too fast, she couldn't comprehend anything, and her mouth was too stiff to move.  Furthermore, for reasons beyond her understanding, she had no idea why she was in a forest in the first place. 

                The next thing Lyin knew, the rescuers put her on a stretcher and were taking her away.  The calming aura she had first felt was now replaced by her personal confusion.  Lyin had no idea what was going on, and looking back at where she had been picked up from, Lyin saw that she had actually been lying beside a horribly wrecked car.  Lyin stared up into the endless night sky and wondered why had been sleeping beside a car wreck.

               Everything seemed bright and normal.  Outside the living room window, the front yard looked the same as always.  The living room itself had its normal average sense to it, nothing special.  It had been two days since Lyin left the hospital.  She sighed heavily staring out the window.  Nothing really had happened there.  They just rehydrated her and gave her a blood transfusion since she had apparently lost a lot of blood. 

               She never did remember why she was in the forest.

               "Lyin!" her mother called from behind her, "I'm leaving ok?!  Call me or Dad if you feel sick or anything!  Got it?!"

               Lyin slowly turned her head to look at her mother.  She didn't want to look away from the window, but it was either pay attention or get yelled at.  Lyin preferred to pay attention.

               "Got it?!" her mother asked again.

               Lyin gave her mother a reassuring small smile, "Yeah, I got it."

               Her mother didn't look worried, she looked exasperated.  Making sure Lyin was alright looked like more of a task for her than a caring obligation to make sure her child was happy and healthy.  But Lyin was used to that exasperated expression; it was her mother's favorite face to make after all.

               So, Lyin's mother left and Lyin watched her car drive off from the living room window.  She was home alone now.  Lyin did have a little brother, but he had a "summer learning camp" thing at his elementary school to go to everyday, and both her mother and father worked, so they were always gone during the day.  Lyin had also had an older sister, but she was long gone in college in Arizona.  But that was all ok, Lyin liked to be home alone, she enjoyed her own company, it was the only time in which she could actually find peace and time to think.

               Her cell phone felt like cold dead weight in her hands.  San never called.  One would think that if a friend were to never come back from an errand one would call them to make sure that they are alright.  But San never did that.  Lyin's black cell phone looked invisible to Lyin as she looked down at it, as if it wasn't there, as if it was some useless thing that didn't deserve to exist.  She wished San would call.

               But there was another problem that worried Lyin a slightly bit more than the "San not calling" problem.  During the past couple days, since she first gained full consciousness at the hospital, Lyin realized that she couldn't take her eyes off of windows.  Her eyebrows furrowed with frustration just thinking about it.  She had found herself constantly looking outside whenever the chance came about.  Of course Lyin had had habits like staring blankly into nothing meanwhile she daydreamed, but this was nothing like that.  No, she wasn't daydreaming; it felt to her that it was something more like analyzing, like searching.  She was constantly finding herself looking out a window and analyzing what was outside.  But that wasn't good because she would always find herself doing that for hours on end.  Before she realized this strange new habit, Lyin had unconsciously stared out the same window for an entire day straight without a break once. 

               She had tried to walk away, to watch TV, eat, or sleep, but whenever she went to kitchen, she found herself looking out the kitchen window.  When she went to her room to take a nap, she found herself looking out her bedroom window.  And even when she would go to watch TV, Lyin would find herself analyzing the show's background.  There was no avoiding her subconscious urge to stare out a wind and analyze a scenery.  But one day Lyin had had it and she decided that she was going to figure out what she was trying to analyze.

               Lyin had never pinpointed what exactly she was trying to analyze before.  She didn't know if it was a person, car, animal, plant, cloud, plane, or even a sign, but it was something.  This time though she had a plan.  She was going to the one place where she knew she would be able to find it.  All she needed to do was looking into her "inner mind" and see what exactly described the "something".  Lyin took a deep breath and looked at the "Google" search on her computer.  Yes, now all she needed to do was to think of the right keywords. 

               Unfortunately, Lyin's mind when blank and she found herself staring absently mindedly at her computer screen.  The keys offered no advice of what to type, and the screen showed no clues.  But alas, the unexpected showing of her screen saver (which was supposed to come up after 10 minutes), snapped Lyin out of her daze.  She decided to type in the first thing that came to mind, and it showed up on the search bar as "something".  The Google search for "something" didn't narrow down her search at all, so she tried "animal", "place", "person", and even "thing", but none of them were any better.  The search ended with a bruise on Lyins forehead because she had hit her head on her desk.  She was anguished and annoyed with the idiotic keywords that had come to mind.  They didn't help at all.

               The living room windows weren't helping either.  Lyin couldn't take her eyes off of the scenery they showed.  She was still trying to analyze the "something".  A thought had passed her mind that she might have some how become a psychic with her close encounter with death.  Her parents did say that apparently she was in a car accident and that she was the only survivor.  Maybe the strange urge to analyze things came from her meeting with death and was some kind of message from some kind of spirit from the afterlife.  Lyin narrowed her eyes and slumped stubbornly lower in her couch with frustration.  If this was by chance some kind of psychic intuition she concluded that it was completely useless. 

               "Find this!  Analyze it!  You must figure out what it means!" this so called spirit would be crying if Lyin could hear it.

               Lyin didn't know what "this" or "it" was though!  She constantly tried, both in her head and aloud, to say to the spirit, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE STUPID ‘SOMETHING' IS!!  BE MORE SPECIFIC DANG IT!!!" 

               But it never worked, the feeling never became more specific, and it never went away.  Lyin slumped even lower in anguish; she had no idea what to do.  She had no idea what she was analyzing.  She wondered what had happened in the accident.

               It was in that deep thinking when a young girl with long jet black hair suddenly caught Lyin's eye.  She was skipping lightly along the sidewalk that ran along the front yard of her house with her long hair bouncing gracefully along.  Lyin had no idea why she noticed the girl, lots of people had passed her house before and she had paid no attention to them.  Why this girl?

               Suddenly, as if sensing Lyin was thinking about her, the girl spun around and faced the house directly.  Lyin's heart stopped, horrified, as if the world had just ended, and if death itself had suddenly stabbed her heart.  The girl looked ordinary enough.  From what Lyin could see she was cute, pretty, and had bright, brilliant blue eyes.  It was those same eyes though that were piercing her like death's knife in her heart.  Lyin wondered if that was why she was so scared of the girl.  Who is she?

               Then, as if Lyin wasn't scared enough at the girl's sudden attention to her house, the girl suddenly smiled and began to walk up to the front door.  Lyin's entire body was frozen in a horrified ice that could only be found is the coldest and dreariest of places.  She swallowed deeply as her subconscious mind fearfully began to whimper.  It said that she had found what she had been analyzing, that she had found what she been searching for.