I couldn't believe my eyes. In fact, I think I fainted, because when I woke up, it was dark outside. Well twilight,

but same thing. On the surface of the mug, I could see a person. It was me, at 8 years old, kissing my dad goodbye,

before his plane crashed. I didn't believe it, I couldn't believe it. Then I blinked, and it was gone as quickly as it came.

That whole 'seeing' thing really creeped me out. It was all I could think about. With my mum leaving more and more, I

hardly ever saw her. Back then, she left at 5:30 am, and got back around 11 pm. So I had the house too myself. Pretty

much. I realised then that the mug had really started to become part of my life. Every now and again I would look on the

surface, and see a terrible memory. With it sad, painful or frustrating. I couldn't understand why.

It was a Friday night and I was dreaming. I was in my kitchen, with my decease cat, Jenny. I was listening to the T.V.

CBeebies I think. Anyway, I was in the kitchen, and went to get a glass of water. On my way to get a cup, something

caught my eye. While I was getting a cup in my dream, I saw a familiar mug on the screen of the T.V. Funny, as I don't

remember that being there. I guess after the mug incident, nothing seemed that bad anymore. For some strange reason

when I woke up I was screaming. A bit odd i thought to myself, but then it had happened a few times before. I went

downstairs, and got out the milk, ready to make tea in the mug. But this time it wasn't there. I started to get worried,

why wasn't it here? That's when I realised that I actually liked the mug. A funny thing to say, but it seemed to have

personality, and character. Weird, I know, but true. Then I heard something really off. My dead cat, Jenny, her purring

echoing around the walls. Then everything went black.