“The year was 1993. It was a beautiful summer's day in San Fraclara. A three year old boy with blond hair was playing in a field. He looked up, and saw an eight year old girl with black hair across the street. Curious, he walked into the road. Suddenly, a navy blue truck came speeding down the street, hitting him.
Later that evening, little Samuel Phoenix lay in the hospital bed in a deep coma. His mother was in the waiting room with his three sisters, crying. A little brown-haired girl about his age climbed through the open window. As she stood next to the bed, a blue, oval-shaped container suddenly appeared in her hand. It then shot from her hand and into Samuel's chest. As she crawled back through the window, his eyes suddenly opened.
Later that evening, little Samuel Phoenix lay in the hospital bed in a deep coma. His mother was in the waiting room with his three sisters, crying. A little brown-haired girl about his age climbed through the open window. As she stood next to the bed, a blue, oval-shaped container suddenly appeared in her hand. It then shot from her hand and into Samuel's chest. As she crawled back through the window, his eyes suddenly opened.