here's keith morrison with " "smoke and mirrors." this, you understand. it wasn't gray, wasn't cold. no flecks of snow to catch the bitter breeze. it was hot and after midnight, september, 2007. so it was, and it was clear and dark and still. and vacant. here where the deep woods fought back against the decaying suburban sprawl. and then nothing was clear at all. >> i never cried this violent cry. >> you're experiencing everything, but it's not true. you're just waiting to wake up. >> it just feels like you're literally in a nightmare. >> narrator: yes, still does. the name, you'll want to remember, is nailah. this is nailah's mother, maria. >> i wanted her to be successful successful, and she was. >> narrator: quite true, as frankly had the rest of them in this big family. this is lehia, the first born. >> we might need a graph or a chart because it's kind of involved. >> narrator: full siblings, half siblings, quarter siblings once removed that sort of thing. the family was very blended. >> to me, it implies that it's something less and i have never fel