"Jesus, get her out, get her out!"
A light appeared and the heavy thing on her leg moved. A man appeared. Toni looked at him and then wondered why a fireman was in her house.
"It's ok sweetie, we're here, we're going to get you out"
Toni nodded. She was sleepy and firemen were good guys. She'd go to sleep now and Mummy and Daddy would be there when she woke up to tell her why the fireman had been in her house.
A flash of burning pain shot through her leg and she screamed! She opened her eyes to see the fireman was pulling her outside. Why was he pulling her? It was bedtime, why were they going outside? Looking around, Toni saw two piles of clothes on the floor. They were Mummy and Daddy's clothes and that was just silly. Toni stared at them as she was moved onto a stretcher. The longer she stared, the less she thought they were clothes...there was a strange out-line to them that you just didn't get from clothes on the floor.
"Mummy? Daddy?" Toni called out. Where did the fire man go? Who are these new people? She thought, aware suddenly that she was not alone with the fireman anymore.
The people stood around her exchanged glances; finally someone spoke.
"Your parents aren't very well honey, there was a bit of an accident and we have to take you all to hospital"
That was all Toni remembered of that night. The next thing she remembered was sitting in a wheelchair at the grave of her parents. Her legs were both in casts and her Grandmother had bought her a new dress. It was a pretty dress but it was black. Toni didn't like black, but Grandma had said it was a sad day. They had to send Mummy and Daddy to Heaven and they wouldn't see them anymore.
Toni wanted to go to Heaven with them, but she was too little and Grandma was so sad. She had to stay to stop grandma from being sad. Toni was sad too but she had a special friend. A big, black cat came into her dreams every night to look after her. The cat had told her that things would be ok and that she would look after her whenever she needed help.
Eighteen years later, standing at the grave of her Grandmother, the twenty three year old Toni didn't have time to think about dreams of panthers. She had lost the person who had been both mother and father to her for most of her life. Now she had decisions to make and paperwork to sort through and an empty space inside her as she realised that she was alone.