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player. She pressed play.

'Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise'

Had he come back as a winged guardian? Don't be stupid! That only happens in the movies. Had he sent it from beyond the grave. Get a grip of yourself.' She broke into a sweat. 'It's a sign. It is a sign. Everything around her was spinning.

'Black bird fly
Black bird fly
Into the light of the dark black sky'

Suddenly the lights went out. The music stopped and Candice just sat there silently sobbing. It was so quiet she could hear the beat of her heart. But the sudden black-out didn't alarm her. After the events of the past week she felt nothing could possibly hurt her any more.

Through the still darkness she thought she heard a faint sound. Or did she imagine it? The children were asleep upstairs. Perhaps one of them stirred. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. She was drifting away. A calm descended over her.

The light flickered back into life and she slowly opened her eyes. She stared at the empty fireplace and in her mind she could see Jimmy sitting on the rug with the kids trying to make pictures from the glowing red specks on the fireback behind the dancing flames.

Whoosh! She physically jumped when a cloud of soot fell down the chimney. There was the sound of frantic fluttering. More soot. A bloodcurdling screech.

The light went out again and the silence returned. She drew her knees up to her chin and sat shaking, afraid to move. There was a faint shuffling sound somewhere in front of her. First from the right then the left. Then nothing.

After a few minutes of silence she decided that she would have to make her way to the table where she remembered she had a candle and a lighter. Slowly she uncurled her body and gently put one foot and then the other, on the cold wooden floor. She raised herself upright, and took a step in the direction of the table holding onto a chair back for support. Left foot, right foot, and then she trod on the pile of discarded CDs she'd thrown on the floor. She slipped and fell and thumped her head on the table and sending the candle flying across the room.

Pit - pat -pit -pat. Something small was creeping around in the darkness The light came back on then immediately went out again. She saw nothing. Once more it came back to life, and for a brief second she was sure she saw Jimmy sitting on the chestnut leather Chesterfield. Then all was black again.

She screamed.

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