A month has passed, stretched to the longest.

We now watch Krissy stand tall and begin to set fire to bad emotion.

Her smile is wide and reaches her eyes; not a solid, cold, dead one that left no light inside.

"I feel better," she says with a spring in her step.

"Good, you should go out and get some fresh air. You look pale." Our mother kisses her cheeks and holds her hands. Both are relieved, and a little bit scared. "Take it slow and just breath, this will all just be a forgotten memory in the future...you'll see."

A daughter and a little sister, leaves the house for the first time since the spell broke her down.

We smile as she wanders to the door, Krissy glances back at us.

Mother nods, father shifts his weight, and I just give a nervous wave.

Knowing that we all are hoping and praying.

KRISSY