Open Your Eyes And Let All The Light In

Time stopped. Karabela stared at the image of her mother that flicked and shifted like smoke one minute then seemed solid and warm and inviting the next. She felt tears well up in her eyes and before she knew it she was racing toward the specter certain she'd pass right through but willing to try anyway and a sob chocked out of her throat as she met warm fur and solid form. Karabela was sobbing. "I…. m-mother is it r-r-really you?" She didn't bother to contemplate what this meant and instead nuzzled the comforting form of a loved one long past. "What is going on? How are you here? Where am I?"

"Speech"