"sleep dear child, boil the kettle so full,                           
three wanderers are coming down the alley.                    
Sleep dear child, boil the kettle so full,                            
three wanderers are coming down the alley.               
The first one, oh so limp,                                                 
the second, oh, so blind,                                                   
the third one is mute, saying nothing" 

A young girl sang, slowly patting a little raven haired child's back. "It's going to be alright baby" She smiled, tears left her eyes as she spoke. The child looked at her  with beautiful brown eyes. The dark trees got smaller and smaller the higher they got. "Over there!" The girl looked up. Fire, a light not far from the two started to come closer and closer. The young girl wiped her tears and gave the boy a last glance. "I love you" She said and smiled. The girl disappeared into the night and the light as well, left was a crying child wrapped in a black coat...