<p>One moment eleven-year-old Shirley Brown is playing the game, Disappearing Footprints, in Los Angeles, California with her best friend Phyllis Johnson.&nbsp; Suddenly, she finds herself underground in a sunken room gasping for air.&nbsp; "STAND UP," someone shouts into her ear.&nbsp; She ignores them wanting to take a little rest.&nbsp; "STAND UP NOW," they yell again.&nbsp; This time, she dared not ignore them.&nbsp; She stands up pressing her head against the ceiling of the small room.&nbsp; It gives way and fresh air comes flooding into her lungs</p>

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<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Gasping for air, Shirley jerks awake, sweating, as a flash of lightning followed by a clap of thunder roars overhead.&nbsp; She is standing next to the bed in the sparsely furnished powder blue bedroom in Copper Springs, Oklahoma where she has been for the last six months.</p>

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<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;It was just a dream.&nbsp; A dream that she&#39;d been having all week.&nbsp; Tonight--she didn&#39;t want to think about tonight.&nbsp; It&#39;s only a dream.&nbsp; Nothing like that will ever happen.&nbsp; Will it?</p>