Rihanna's baby

I was climbing across a wall. It was very high up. I knew if I took a step wrong I would die. I stepped on a stone and it fell, I scrambled to keep hold of the wall. I told myself that I knew that stone would fall.

I gripped onto something hard, covered in soft red material. A little later I realised it was a finger of one of the people who had died on this wall. They had all been buried in it.

A girl was giving birth. I think she was dead. The fetus was only two months old. It came out and I caught it. It was tiny, it fit in the palm of my hand and it was translucent. Someone was trying to call the emergency services but they were being kept on hold. I kept thinking it was dead but now and then it would move. I knew I had to keep it alive until Rihanna came home.