Harriet Calhoun woke up the next morning to the smell of pancakes. Someone was making pancakes and they smelt so good that she felt her mouth-watering.

Wait a minute, could this be a dream or something? She died and woke up in the body of another person? A teen perhaps, whose mom was preparing her breakfast.

She stretched and sat upright, and then began wondering why everything seemed so weird because she had expected to be in the hospital but it seemed as though she was in her room at the home of Sheriff Brightside.

Was it true? She found herself looking around the room and found everything the same. The bed, her clothes neatly folded on top of the drawer, a black and white picture of her, Stacey, and November. And then another of Stacey's when she was an infant.

And then it dawned on Harriet Calhoun that she really was in the home of Sheriff Brightside and her eyes widened in their sockets because she could remember dying slowly last night, and then her eyes closed and she couldn't