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Our youth group wanted a new place to meet, so we get a huge mansion. We each have a bedroom with our name artistically added to it. I find <PERSON>'s, <PERSON>'s, and <PERSON>'s. I never found mine. We all go back downstairs to have the meeting. During the meeting, I am accused of having to go to swim practice and leaving early. This is morning, swim is at night, so I stomp off and go up some unexplored stairs. I find <PERSON>, the four year old artist that I am doing a report on. She glares at me and starts singing "Set Fire to the Rain" by <PERSON>. All of a sudden, I am outside with my brothers and parents. Everyone else is gone. Fire is all around the city, and terrorists are on their way to bomb the mansion. <PERSON> decides to blow it up himself. I agree, thinking that he will follow us while we run from the bomb, but sad music starts to play as he walks off, like in a movie. I realize that he would be blown up in the attack, and grab him. I refuse to let him sacrifice himself. So we all run away, he throws the bomb on top of the building as he runs. Mom is lagging, but sprints, jumps, lands on one foot on top of a six foot fence, jumps off, and lands on her face. After a second, she gets up and starts running again. As we all climb the fence, I see little <PERSON> running as fast as her four year old legs can run. I realize that she will be caught in the blast. Scene shifts, I am in a newroom watching a threat screen. The blue warning is just here and there. All off a sudden, a massive blue circle appears. I hear my parents talking in the backround.