The PANE part 2 Hyde Park. That's where Freddie and his school friends would go on saturday evenings to play soccer. Admittedly, he wasn't very good at it, and he was the only one who didn't play for the school team, but he still enjoyed it. It was also a chance to escape the freakish but extremely short fits he has been having. At least, they seemed like fits. Freddie had no medical problems, as far as he was aware. He's had two 'white-outs' now, and he still doesn't understand what they are and why they're happening. Of course he hasn't told his parents or his friends yet, and that should be the case for at least a while. Thinking about the situation, staring into nothingness, the ball arrived at Freddie's feet. "Yes, Freddie, over here!" He suddenly snapped back to reality, and kicked the ball up in the air to his friend Carl, a very outgoing and at times, friendly boy, but was sometimes a bit too arrogant - he was very much the 'leader' of their group of friends. He jokingly caught it in his hands, said "You want it? Come get it!", and he started to run away. It wasn't soccer any more - it was American Football. All the boys ran after him, but he dodged and weaved incoming tackles. Even Bruce, the boy in the year above, missed his tackle and fell to the grassy ground like a sack of iron weights. After about ten minutes, they fell to the ground exhausted. Freddie panted deeply, sat down and then buried his head in the grass and spread out his limbs like a starfish. He blinked. White light surged into his pupils, but it was the calmer, less intense light like before. The sight fizzed, flashed and turned back to the familiar whitish sepia picture. Like when this happened in his bathroom, a cartoony black silhouette appeared in the distance, but it was followed by a couple more. They apparently started to run towards the white view that Freddie was seeing, and the view seemed to shake. It was as if his eyes were seeing this in real #life; but how could they? His head was face down in the ground. The view from what he was seeing span around and simmered until it was gone. Still breathing deeply, Freddie sat up. This thing had happened again. His friends were also sat up, already taking. "Nice of you to join us", commented Bruce towards Freddie. Bruce was unusually fast and witty to make a joking remark, usually, he would be left in confusion due to his appalling sense of humour. The group sniggered and continued to talk about an upcoming soccer match at school. Freddie splayed his hands out behind him and rested on them, staring at the sky. He really started to wonder why this kept happening. He knew it wasn't a strong source of light that triggered what ever it was because he looked at the sun before and nothing happened - so what was happening. The group got up and Freddie followed. They picked up the ball, their bags and headed to the exit of the park. Five figures suddenly appeared around the gate of the park, all wearing black t-shirts and three quarter length denim jeans. It was Carl's older brother and his mates. Carl didn't like his brother one bit, and his brother vice versa. He was always in trouble with the police, and he walked around the village with his friends like a gang. Well, they were certainly as intimidating as a gang. A rock narrowly missed Freddie's head. He heard a voice from one of Carl's brother's mates - "Get 'em!" Panic struck the group. The group of black t-shirts ran towards Freddie, Carl an the other boys. They looked at each other, and sprinted the other way. Chills shot up Freddie's spine, and his heart started to pump as if it were a machine gun. Another rush of deja vu hit him as him and his friends ran towards an opening in a bush on the other side of the park. Freddie heard Carl mutter "I can't believe it", as they ran through the bush, leaped over the river on the other side, joined the pavement and ran flat out up the road. It wasn't long until Freddie was outside his house. There was no time for communication. He opened the gate to his garden, flew in, locked it and sprawled out on the steps up to the house. His mind was like a pinball machine, but Freddie thought back to the 'white-out'. What just happened then was like what happened in the thing he saw in the park. He thought to himself. What was it, and why has it happened again?