"Hey don't do that. Why are you so angry?" Lucky asked in her baby voice. She was looking anxiously at the dinning table. "Who is it honey?" Mom asked tenderly. "Joy! Put that knife down! Mamma says it's dangerous!" Lucky repeated ignoring mom. "Urgh...not that imaginary girl again!" Arty whined with a disgusted face. "No. Mum? Rach? Look" Nick pointed out somewhere. Then all of us looked what he was pointing. We froze. It felt like our feet were rooted to the floor underneath. We didn't even dared to blink or breath. My heart was hammering inside my chest. The knife lucky was pointing, floating in the middle of the air, just above the table. Upside down.