The Chase: Part 2.

The house didn't have a 'wow factor'. Naturally. It was destroyed to the nth power.

Cyrene was careful to not tread over any glass pieces. Walking carefully around the house, she ran her hand over the dusty furniture. The stairs were cracked. The floorboards creaked. It looked more like a horror house than a residential one.

She stepped into the bathroom. The shower curtain was half off, half on. As she was leaving, she came across a mirror. And, in what seemed like weeks, she looked at herself in the mirror.

Cyrene had always been an attractive girl. She had deep green eyes, a small but sharp nose, and baby pink lips. Her dishevelled brown hair had been naturally streaked with blonde, which she had always found weird.

Just as she thought there wasn't much to see around here, she came across the coffee table, which was littered with letters, addressed to different people. Picking up one with a blue envelope, she flipped it to see who it was addressed to.

                                         To:  Cyrene Jackson

                                                22nd West, Houston Street.

                                                 New York City.

Cyrene froze. It shouldn't be possible, she thought to herself. I don't live here. Another Cyrene must have been living here.

But another Cyrene with the same surname?

Quickly going through the letters, she saw all of them addressed to different Jacksons. At last, she reached the bottom of the pile, which had a single picture.

There were seven family members in the photo. A woman with dark brown hair, and deep green eyes, just like Cyrene's. A young man, with blonde hair and grey eyes. The four children were nestled in their hands. The eldest girl had her father's blonde hair and grey eyes. The middle girl had brown hair and brown eyes. The boys, who were twins, had grey eyes and brown hair. The youngest girl, who was just a baby, was in her parent's arms. She had her mother's green eyes and brown hair, which was streaked with blonde.

Cyrene was positively freaking out right now. The girl in the photo looked so much like her, it was creepy.

To her further surprise, she found words imprinted behind the photo.

                                                     In Remembrance of  the Jackson Family:

Mark Jackson (30), Kate M Jackson (30), Mellisa Jackson (7),  Jason and Jacob Jackson (9), Amanda Jackson (6), Cyrene R Jackson (3).

                       Died during the bombing of 2005; May their souls rest in peace.

She dropped the picture... her hands were shaking uncontrollably... she was sweating profoundly...

Cyrene woke up.

It was the same morning she had seen in her dream, except one thing was out of place:

She was holding the very picture she had seen in her dream.