Seated sideways in a round chair, Margaret's eyes were tearing from the overwhelming emotions within her as she watched her family enjoying a meal together.1

Her virtuous mother was playfully chiding her father over his growing belly and suggesting he go on a diet. Her brother had his arm around his new girlfriend's shoulder and was whispering affectionate words into her ear.0

She turned to see the mirror by the side of the room. The hideous scar on her face had vanished, and she looked as she did at twelve or thirteen. The mirror reflected the innocence of her younger days. 0

It was as if time had rewound to six or seven years ago, transporting her back to the time when she had a blissful and carefree life.0

Tears trickled down Margaret's fair face. 0

"How great… Everything had just been a nightmare. It's all fake. All of you are still alive," she muttered.0

Just as she was about to say something to her family, a large hand reached...0