In the morning, I woke in the hallway on my bed, just as I had remembered, and flew—as fast as I could manage—to the twin's door, knocking vigorously.

"Get up, you two," I yelled, knowing they weren't hearing my knocks. "You said you wanted to help, and we have to get this done early so I can get my furniture moved back in today."

When I opened the door, I was expecting both of them to still be asleep in their bunk bed, but to my shock, both of them were standing in the middle of the room, bundled up and ready to get it done.

I smiled, and lead them out into the hallway, knocking on my mother's door next.

"Mom, we're going to get started," I hollered.

I heard her grunt an 'okay' and I turned to the twins, ready to give them their orders.

"All right, you two," I began, looking very sternly at them so that they'd get the idea. "Frankie, the hose should be in the backyard where Mom unpacked it and Arielle, the faucet is below my window, and next to the kitchen door."

They both nodded and took off downstairs. I pulled on my boots and heavy coat, opening my bedroom door. I smiled at the amusing scene that greeted me.

Every inch of the wooden floor was covered in towels—every towel that we owned. I was careful about not disturbing the pattern as I climbed the stairs, my leg in a very unattractive lime green cast. When I finally reached my bedroom, I had to pull my heavy leg with both hands up the last step as I surveyed the wall.

The area where I'd moved my nightstand from was nearly vacant of the white birds. Yesterday, after my rest in the hospital, Arielle had told me that Frankie just had a feeling that pouring a bucket of water over more birds was going to help me escape faster. Well…Frankie had been right, but his plan had almost cost me my life. I rolled my eyes, reminding myself to tease him about it later.

I made my way to the window, and looked down at the ground below to see both Frankie and Arielle already looking red-faced and happy. Frankie reeled his arm back and yelled, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah," I yelled back, holding my hands out into the cold—but sunny—morning air.

He launched the hose as high as he could, and I had to throw half of my weight into leaning forward to catch it successfully.

"Nice throw," I complimented truthfully, admiring his skill at such a young age. Maybe he'd get into baseball.

"Thanks!"

I turned to gaze at the whole of my room, watching all of the white birds and expecting them to come to life any moment. And they were about to.

"Ready?" Arielle's high voice sounded from below.

"Ready," I yelled, confident as ever. I pulled back the nozzle that allowed me to release the freezing jet of water, waiting for the first drop. There was a low rumbling when the 'drop' I'd been expecting came full force as an entire miniature waterfall drifting from the hose. I smiled and held it up to the wall, watching gleefully as the birds began to wriggle with life, flying right past me and out into the brilliant lit day.

I heard giggling from outside, and I knew the twin's were amused by the giddy behavior the doves were showing as they flew into the sky out of sight.

Each bird had come off the wall with ease as soon as the water touched it, every one of them awkwardly stretching their wings before taking flight. Finally, the last soul flew to its resting place—wherever that was—and the walls were a bare, boring green.

I smiled, and reached my arms out the window, feeling for the invisible crawlspace in the air, gleeful to find that it no longer existed. One final thing to do.

I drew back, and placed my hands on the wood base of the window, pushing down as hard as I could. I smiled to myself, knowing that I would not be opening it for a long while. Most likely never again.